Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of shattering glass rang in Calista's ears as warm liquid streamed down her forehead. Noelle's scream rang out beside her. "Calla!" Calista stumbled backward, only to see Aveline raising a second bottle. "Go die!" Aveline shouted. The second strike landed even harder and knocked Calista out. She collapsed into a pool of blood, the world around her fading into nothing but a blur of frantic screaming.

When the Quiet Trembles The rain began softly that evening…thin, silvery threads falling from a bruised sky. It was the kind of rain that smelled like memory, the kind that made the air hum with things left unsaid. Lyra stood by the open window of her room, watching droplets trace down the glass. The scent of wet earth and pine filled the air. The flickering candlelight caught the streaks of her silver and dark hair intertwined like two halves of a history she was still learning to accept.

I put one leg in front of the other as my vision blurs couples with my trembling body I stagger and tripped on my legs falling to my hands and knees. A drop of water splashes on the floor in front of me. The floor that smells strongly of bleach. Probably form cleaning all that blood. A tear runs down my nose. I hear voices coming from the front. I quickly get up. No way I want to be found here. I never want anyone to know that I was here. That I saw that. I want to delete that from my memory. I want to scrub my mind clean. Please God let me unsee that.

The back door opened with a loud creak. "Rain? Hello?" a flat voice called out. Great. Blair was here. "Come in," Rain whisper-yelled. Blair let the back door close and stepped into view. Today she wore a sleeveless polo top in pink with high waisted Bermuda shorts. It was an interesting look. "Welcome." Rain passed a glass to Blair. "Now, what color nails would you like?" "You know I have to stay with neutrals or clear." Rain waved a hand. "Boring. Sit."

The medicine was starting to make me drowsy, and since Owen didn't want to talk, I just let it overpower and carry me off to sleep. Rain beat on the windows of the chauffeured town-car, smearing the lines of Des Moines into sad gray smudges. We drove by Gray's Lake and the crab-apple forest, but the blossoms were long gone. The lake was blocked by cement barriers displaying signs that the park was closed due to flooding. Over the softly playing radio, I could hear a weather report for yet more rain and increasing flooding throughout the area.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

“Elle can you see me?” “Yes”. I look around and I realize I’m in his head. I’m inside Rain’s memories. Holy shit. This is real. It’s happening. Myself and Rain before me and we’re standing in someone’s living room but whose? “What's happening?” “Shh Just watch and enjoy the show.” Rain winks at me, taking my hand and holding it. The living room is beige with a nineties dusky pink sofa, picture’s hang on the walls of dark wood. More memories of happier times. I want to go to those pictures, to see a younger Rain. But, my body can’t move. “This is my memory. We can't move inside it but we can watch them.” Rain leaned in and whispered in my ear. Fuck even in this world he know’s how to use his