Novel & Cerita Bleach: Memories In The Rain

"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.

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

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

Vents in the ceiling hissed, releasing a thick, sweet-smelling gas. I looked at Lorenzo. He looked back at me, his jaw set, his hand reaching for mine. This was the moment he usually died. This was the moment I usually lost him. "Not this time," I said. I reached into the holographic display, my fingers dancing across the code. I wasn't reading it; I was rewriting it. My "Blood Memory" wasn't just about combat—it was about the very architecture of the system that built me. "We’re being reset," I whispered, looking directly into the camera lens, knowing Silas could see the blue fire in my eyes. "But this time, I’m the one holding the remote."

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.

Raina was dragged into another of Mia’s memories, but it felt different. The feel of it was darker, intense, and intentional rather than stumbling randomly into somebody’s memories. There wasn’t this haziness that usually accompanied it, but it was sharper and more clear like the edge of a blade before sinking into flesh.

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