Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled, low and heavy. The first raindrop hit my cheek as I bent to place fresh white lilies in front of their plaques. By the time I stepped back, the sky had opened. Water ran down my coat, clung to my hair. I didn’t move. I wanted the rain to wash away the taste of blood from last night, the sound of that man begging. But it didn’t. I stayed until the lilies were soaked, until my skin went cold, allowing the rain to cover the tears strolling down my face. Only when lightning split the sky above me did I turn to leave, my heels clicking against the wet pavement.

Thunder crashes outside like the world is ending, and every rumble sends fragments of memory spinning through my damaged mind. I lie in the guest bedroom where Elio insists I should recover, staring at the ceiling while rain pounds against windows with increasing violence. Each flash of lightning illuminates the room in stark black and white.

Blaire rushed in through her apartment door, her emotions heavy and pure. She got to her room, without uttering a word to her mother, taking off her clothes into the bathroom. The sharp ache in her chest barely slowed down by the rush of water streaming over her. She leaned against the cool tile, pressing her forehead against it, allowing the shower rain down on her. Damien’s words echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of how easily he’d dismissed her, how carelessly he’d reduced their shared moment and rendered her a slot .

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the raindrops that fell from the darkened sky above. "Elma! Wait!" a voice called out from behind her. She recognized it as Gael’'s, the man who had just whispered those words that had sent her into a frenzy of emotions. She ignored his pleas, pushing herself to run faster, desperate to find solace in the chaos of her thoughts. The sound of her own ragged breathing filled her ears as she dashed through the rain-soaked streets. She was a blur, her surroundings nothing more than a blur of colors and indistinguishable shapes. The memories flooded back, unrelenting and vivid, each one more painful than the last.

(Memory loss) Still, she didn't want to give him the pleasure he sort for in hurting her so she smiled, he teeth coloured with her blood. "I didn't know you were a softie" She laughed out loud to further rile him up and it worked because the next second, he punched her stomach so painfully that she crumbled to the ground, whimpering.

Rosa replied. Dylan smiled finally a way to help trigger her memories to come back, he was tired of the suspense. He didn’t consider the fact that those memories could be bad ones and better left forgotten his yearn to satisfy his curiosity seemed to have made him forget the negative implications that could be tied to the recovery of her memories. He innocently smiled and went on his phone to book tickets online for the two of them.

~Lora~ The next time I woke up, a sudden flash hit my mind. An accident. Rain. Headlights, a loud crashing sound. I blinked hard, my chest rising unevenly as the memory disappeared as quickly as it came. What was that? A dull headache pulsed behind my eyes. Outside, heavy rain poured against the roof loudly, filling the room with endless tapping sounds. The weather felt cold and restless, matching the uneasy feeling twisting inside my chest. Slowly, I looked around. My old room.

The storm didn’t wait for me to reach the gates. It crashed down all at once, cold, unrelenting, heavy. Each raindrop hit my skin like fragments of memory refusing to fade. I ran, barefoot on the marble steps, my dress clinging to me, my breath uneven. The mansion’s golden lights blurred behind me, glowing faintly through the downpour like ghosts that wouldn’t let go. “Lena!” The voice came through the rain, rough and desperate.

He wanted fresh air but suddenly his heart started beating faster when he found the surface of the balcony completely soaked. It was heavily raining. Slowly her memories started hitting his head. Her smile, laugh and excited gestures to him to come under the rain. He gently held his hand forward letting the cold water hit his flesh. “Why does everything reminds me of you?” He mumbled before slowly stepping forward and letting the cold water soak his body.  He breathed out heavily holding his head up letting the rain fall over him. Tears started leaving his eyes but he was glad at least no one could see those tears including him.

“If I look away, it might stop.” “That’s not how rain works.” She almost smiled at that, but the expression never reached her eyes. Across the city, in a quiet study lined with dark wood and memory, Beatrice Whitmore paused mid step. She had been reviewing seating arrangements for the upcoming memorial. Names. Placements. The careful choreography of power and grief. Her hand froze over the parchment as she registered the sound against the tall windows. Rain. Her breath left her slowly, reverently. She closed her eyes.