Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred at the edges, flashes of memory slamming into her without warning. Fire. Screams. Ryn’s face twisted in pain. Elsa’s blood on her hands. Kai turning away. Becky smiling as Elise fell. Elise screamed and doubled over as the memories tore through her, her breath coming in ragged sobs. “Stop it,” she begged, clutching her head. “Please, stop.” The sky darkened. Clouds rolled in overhead, thick and fast, swallowing what little light remained. Thunder rumbled, low and distant at first, then closer, louder, vibrating through Elise’s bones.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

Eyes, dark blue like the stormy sky, lock with mine, and the cold rainwater suddenly drenches my heart, making a shiver run down my spine. "Chloe."

I said as I pulled my glass away from my mouth. “I act indifferent and jealous and you don’t seem to be either.” She said sternly. I could only roll my eyes as I decided to walk away from her. “I’m serious.” She ground out as she walked in step with me. Lucas had leaned across the table towards Dr. Hickory telling me that he was most likely preparing to erase my memories. “I know but I think you should hurry up Lucas seems furious.” I said nonchalantly. “Why do you sound happy?” She asked in irritation. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked towards the table as I drank my wine in peace.

His brain projects the dim room filled with water and his eyes flutter. Meanders to the balcony and slides the glass door open. Cool air dries the sweat on his exposed torso. Hands clutched on the handrail, he breathes hard, heart pounding. His nose flickers when excessive air enters. A glimpse of the emerging morning sun illuminates darkness. He paces into the bathroom, stripps off his shorts and steps into the transparent shower. Water escapes from the wide, squared, lucent LED shower head. He lifts up his head and water splashes over his face.

He didn't even have the mindspace to work. I had chosen to leave and had taken great care to wipe all traces of me in the system. As a result, William couldn't find out where I had gone. … Days passed William by like they always did. It was dull, monotonous, and filled with work. He came home groggy and dazed, but then a familiar scent hit him. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately charged into the dining room. He was so desperate that he didn't even change into his indoor shoes.

"Look, I even cut my index finger while smashing those bottles." The camera cut to Theodore crouching in front of her. His long, slender fingers held a bandage, which he carefully pressed onto her fingertip. He then lowered his head and pressed a restrained kiss to her finger, his voice low and husky. "There. It doesn't hurt anymore." Calista stared at the screen, feeling as if the wound on her head had been ripped open again and doused with a bottle of alcohol. The phantom pain was so sharp it left her fingertips numb.

Rain screamed as blood came out of his nose and staged on the corner of his lips. "I will teach you a lesson, you bastard," Brice muttered as he threw punches at Rain's face. His knee was on his chest and he was sure that he couldn't move. The mixed scent of blood and vanilla mint was all Rain could comprehend at the moment. He was suddenly weak and he couldn't explain where it was from. Was he hallucinating that she was actually getting closer? He let Brice hit wherever he wanted while he only screamed as his eyes tried to find the direction of the scent that was making him struggle to focus.

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.