Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novelas e Histórias

Only fragments. The smell of rain. A woman in a white dress at the bar. A single tear glistening on her cheek. Then another flash — headlights, screeching tires, a shout. My chest tightens as pain rips through my ribs. The memory burns bright for a second before fading again into nothing. I don’t know how long I’ve been here — drifting between the past and the present, between life and something else. But then I hear her again. Softer this time. Closer.

And it did work, I didn't notice that I survived that day without being jealous of the others for that whole day. The next painting on the other corner still on the left side shows a bunch of broken things. An eyeglass, vase, face mirror, and a phone that has flooded with unread messages. Only the phone has the blood on it. This is the painting I made the day my parents told me that I will be engaged to someone.

tanong bigla ng isang malalim na boses sa tabi niya. “I'm thinking about the rain..” wala sa wisyo niyang sagot habang nakatulala pa rin sa ulan. “Why?” tanong pa nito sakaniya. “Because.. somehow the rain reminds me of him.” “Him? Who's him?” “The guy I lost..” sambit niya habang dahan dahang lumilingon sa tabi niya.

Raindrops fell from the dark gloomy sky as if crying for a fallen angel. Her funeral was full of tears. She was well loved by many. People wept, wailed, and screamed. She was gone too soon, too early. I scanned through the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces drenched in misery; except for one— jet-black hair and eyes of silver-grey stared blankly as her coffin was slowly lowered down six feet underground.

I wish he could see that all I ever want is to be left alone. I prefer peace because it’s my coping mechanism. I am always fighting a memory battle in my head and there are times I feel like the more I try, the more I'm drowning further down, drifting away from who I am. It’s always useless and frustrating, but I never stop because I need to remember badly. Most of it is the fact that every night I have the same stupid dream. I dread shutting my eyes because the dream feels like it’s wired in my skull to torment me.

For you my dear, I can go against the world. So what it is to go in the Beast's cave to sacrifice myself to save you from the cruel world. -Rain RAIN POV How does it feels when your whole world comes crashing down. That one phone call had made my heart beating faster as I raced through the roads never caring about the traffic lights or the speed board. My Amber! Her face, her smile, her tears and everything else. All the sweet memories were coming in front of my eyes. Like the first time when she was handed to me after two months of serious observation, how she wrapped her tiny fingers around my middle finger.

This time, I wasn't gonna let history repeat itself. This time, I was living for me. I said flatly, "It wasn't me, so why should I apologize?" My voice was steady and calm, not weak or scared. The room went still. For the first time, my parents and Audrey looked at me in shock and fear, as if they were surprised that the quiet rabbit they'd kept in a cage all these years had suddenly turned around and bitten them.

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."