Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."

"From now on, I hope you'll be by my side every day." The delivery man shot me an envious smile. "Miss, your boyfriend's really good to you. He ordered the most luxurious cake from our shop and even requested that we deliver it on time. He even personally wrote that note on the box!" I opened the door and took the cake from the delivery man. Then, I casually set it on the table. So, Vernon still remembered that today was our sixth anniversary. But what did he do tonight? I slumped weakly against the couch and stared at the empty room before me. I couldn't help but tear up.

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

Rain’s POV A single tear slipped down my cheek as I paced inside my bedroom. The plan was working so far but the price of success was very high. Inside the mansion I have used my magical powers to build a bond with each person living here. I knew the moment death happened in the dungeon. I also knew who the murders are and where they are. The evil fae prince had just freed Crissy and walked back inside the mansion. He is making his way upstairs to appear innocent of the crimes he has committed. Anger and hatred boiled inside me and swirled in my soul along with sadness at the loss of Kit and Hart. I stopped pacing, knowing it was almost time to get myself kidnapped. I missed my mate so much.

Kael says sharply But it is already happening The world around me shifts Not physically But inside The pressure rises fast My vision blurs slightly And before I can stop it Before I can fight it Something breaks open Not in the ground In me The memory hits Hard Violent Unstoppable Fire surrounds everything Screams tear through the air The smell of smoke burns my lungs I am there again Small Helpless Frozen And this time I am not alone in it Kael is there with me Not physically But inside it Seeing it Feeling it Everything My chest tightens painfully “No,” I whisper But it is too late The memory keeps pulling Deeper Stronger Dragging us both into something I have spent my entire life trying t

It was time to start a new life. It was time to completely forget the man who had broken me. I opened my mouth, a single, joyful word on my lips: "Yes." Suddenly, the doors to the hall were thrown open with a bang. A figure stumbled inside. The man was a wreck. Haggard, disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and face covered in stubble. He looked like a ghost from my past. But I recognized him instantly. Gavin. His wild eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on Kaelen kneeling before me, they lit up with a jealous fire.

I noticed she was avoiding looking outside since she entered the bathroom. "Why?" I press. My curiosity getting the better of me. Ariana's expression changes, her brow furrowing. Her eyes drops, and her voice becomes barely audible. She twirls her wet hair a little. She looks so adorable. "Memories." I sense a depth to her words. "What memories?" I coax, my fingers tracing her jawline. Ariana's eyes flutter closed, her chest rising with a deep breath. "The rain reminds me of a lot of bad things. I'd rather not talk about that. Let's focus on us, now." Her voice cracks.

Siran whispered, “And if I do? “Then you will become the part of the bloom that witnesses, not the part that binds.” Somewhere in the real world, rain began to fall. But it didn’t follow weather patterns. It rained only in the Spiral South and only where the threads had gone silent. The rain wasn’t water. It was memory. Thin, silver, and cold. Each drop struck the earth like an old story being remembered. Children dreamed in glyphs. Elders wept without knowing why. And somewhere near the Old Verge, a blind boy sat in a circle of woven light and hummed a note the world had not heard since the Pact was formed

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

Her muscles trembled violently beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Her vision swam, the world blurring and darkening around her, but she clenched her teeth and forced herself forward anyway. "Run Elara! Run far away!! Run until the memories can’t find you!!! The rain intensified, transforming the world into streaks of gray and silver, headlights from distant roads reflecting like ghostly apparitions. Blood seeped from the cuts on her skin, washing away with the rain, trailing faint, dissolving lines behind her, evidence of her existence already being erased.