Novel & Cerita Bleach: Memories In The Rain

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

Did anyone know? Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. A great crash of thunder sounded and the wind began to pick up speed. I could feel myself drowning, that darkness threatening to take me under. I felt warm hands and strong tingles encase my face as the first rain drop fell. “Raina,” came Xander’s voice, but all I could see was the death of my parents over and over again. The wicked smile Arrick wore as he ran my father through was on replay. “Raina please. Calm down.”

He just watched me, waiting, some of the fight draining out of his posture as exhaustion took its place. "My memory returned three weeks ago," I said. "Almost exactly. Not fragments. Not pieces surfacing slowly the way I let you believe. All of it, arriving over the course of maybe two days, sharp and complete and utterly unwelcome." "Three weeks," Matteo repeated, quiet.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

And that— That terrifies me. ————— Because as his fingers slide into my hair— Another memory detonates inside me. Not rain. Not desire. But blood. On white sheets. And me screaming his name.

The rain began to pour down heavily, and all the people who were actually souls continued to go down a straight path. From left to right, I was touched, and different memories flitted through my head. Within me, something called my name, but I couldn’t hear. The chilling rain drenched me from head to toe, soaking me to the bone. I shivered, but kept on walking. Talia. I needed to see her. The fat woman, I had to revenge on her, but I needed peace first. A little girl touched me, and memories of a larger man assaulting me filled my head, and tears sprang to my eyes. I only wanted to rest. I wanted to close my eyes, and let those painful memories leave me. They were too much.

The image on the screen trembled violently, and that warm memory shattered like a mirror. The fog of memory finally lifted. Clarity of the memory came hand in hand with immense agony; I felt myself dying, this machine was draining the life out of me. That suffocating rainy night was finally revealed to the world without reservation! Rain poured down in sheets. The image shook violently; it was the younger me, backing away in terror. "Stay back... please, stay back!" I fell into the muddy water, staring in horror at the dark figure approaching me. Although the heavy rain and blurred vision obscured the person's face...

ue it's me, Rainbow Then she stopped and looked back at me I was crying profusely already Ma'am Nina : when did you become so big headed Blue? You've been dying to see her for years and now that she's right in front of you, you're acting like a pervert just because she is not looking the same Ma'am Nina was angry and Prince Adrian was just staring in shock Blue : please, I don't understand Me: I'm Rainbow, it's me. I'm not dead. The grey ditch brought me here and erased my memory. That's why I didn't remember you at all. That's why I became evil

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

Rain complained that her head hurt and her eyes looked empty. It was the last memory Rain could reach. Suddenly, Rain jolted awake with sweat pouring down her body and tears streaming down her face. She could still feel the coldness of the marble on which she was lying. Her memories replayed even further back. Rain was standing in a building entrance with a courtyard filled with melted snow. Her fingers were numb from the cold. Her eyes looked straight at the entrance of an old building where roses were engraved on each other. The door was ancient, significant, and very black.