Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

Rain lashed down , cold , bitter , hard . Chelsea was soaked in a matter of seconds but she seemed not to care about her clothes that were sticking to her body , not even in a slightest bit . " Soak me " " Cleanse me " " Rinse me " Chelsea kept chanting again and again as if she wished to cleanse her mind of all the memories that she once wanted when she first arrived at this place . But now those memories were pure torture , once her brother had said that she really had a flare for dramatics , because she liked to stand in cold shower of rain , just like a broken heart bollywood heroine in some sad song .

The relentless drumming of rain against the panoramic windows of Liam Chen's office created a melancholic rhythm that resonated deep within Kayla. The sky, a bruised purple, seemed to mirror the turmoil brewing in her own heart. It was one of those afternoons where the city lights blurred into hazy halos, and memories, unbidden and persistent, clawed their way to the surface.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

(Background song: Memories by Maroon 5) Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, his hands stroking the wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights, it blinks red. Toast to the ones here today

She gave the parking lot one sweeping look, but there were too many employees walking back and forth, so if she let herself bathe in the rain, it might ruin her reputation. Zheira waited with Melinda’s decision, her eyes intent on the rain that was just passing by her. It was fun watching it, but seeing that there were people who were running away from it, trying not to be soaked, made her stomach clench. In someone’s memory, she had no way of being affected by anything unless the host of the memory felt it. So far, Melinda only transmitted frustration, making her longed more than ever to feel the rain.

"Your description of the weather is inaccurate." "It was raining, Cale. It's always raining in my memories of you." "On that specific date," Cale tapped the page, "the barometric pressure was stable. It was overcast. Stratus clouds. No precipitation." "Rain sets the mood." "Rain is a variable. If it was not raining, the friction coefficient on the sidewalk was normal. If you write rain, you imply slippage risk." "It's a memoir, not a police report." "Memory should be precise," Cale insisted. "Alex deserves precision."

The engagement ring was still on the vanity, and the diary was still open on the desk. On the last page, there was a line of words: [Ron smiled today because Lisa drew a painting. I hope he’ll smile for me one day too.] Caitlin stares at that sentence for a long time, then closes the diary. “Silly girl,” she murmured. “He didn’t deserve you.” Then she stood up, turned off the lights, and left. The room returned to darkness. My soul began to fade, like morning mist dissolving under sunlight. I knew it was time for me to go to wherever the dead were meant to go, whether that was heaven, hell, or eternal nothingness.

~HOLLY~ I can’t breathe. Something is pulling me apart, and open. Like something buried deep inside me is being forced to the surface. My body is still suspended in the air, weightless, glowing, burning, and yet I feel like I’m drowning in memories. “No… stop…” I whisper, my voice trembling as my head throbs violently. But it doesn’t stop. It only gets worse. I see darkness first, then I hear the sound of rain….so much rain, and a woman's soft and loving voice.