Romans & histoires Find Me In The Rain

He apologized. She said nothing. "It'll start raining soon, go inside, I'll come join you". He told her. She nodded. He let go of her wrist and her hand fell to her side, and with the warmth of his touch still lingering on her skin, she walked away quickly. The first drop of rain fell, he looked up to the dark sky, he watched as dark clouds cloaked the moon, the only source of light in the sky now being the occasional flashes of lightning. "Bring her back to me". He whispered a quiet prayer into the night before he began heading into the house.

Daniel. At that point, Ara couldn't stop herself from smiling. Daniel is holding a guitar that he is currently playing and accompanied by fine and good singing. Ara's heart was immediately touched by a wonderful kind of thrill. In fairness Daniel's voice is beautiful. And she is familiar with the song Fallin' by Janno Gibbs that he currently singing and playing with his guitar. My Guitarman! Those two words immediately made her smile which was also quickly rejected by her mind. How can I move on with the feelings that I have for you if you always give me a reason to admire you more?

“I missed you. When we were apart, I missed you so much. When I sent you my location pings, those were the times I missed you so much I could not take it anymore.” “You should have come back.” “I came back when I found what I wanted to be.” “And what is that?” “I am greedy. I want to be everything. But right now, I just want to be in your arms. I missed you so much. I was so worried.” “I missed you too. It was so disgusting to pretend that bitch was you.” “I am sorry. How about I make it up to you?” “Let’s take a shower.” “Hmm.” They had a steamy shower as they explored every inch of their body with their hands and mouth.

“Even when the world is falling. Do not stop, Liam. Love me like you mean it.” Liam thrust harder, his breath mixed with mine. “I mean it,” he replied rough. “Every touch, every promise. You are mine, Maya. Not Julian’s. Not Havisham’s. Mine.” Our bodies joined faster, the rain made everything slippery and intense. I came first with a cry that got lost in the storm, my legs tightened around him. He followed soon after, holding me close as he finished inside me. We stayed pressed together, breathing hard while the rain continued to fall.

I slipped out of the room before the tears could fall, my heels clicking down the sterile hallway toward the exit. Outside, rain poured in relentless sheets, soaking through my coat as I flagged down a cab. I slid into the back seat, water dripping from my hair onto the cracked leather. The driver muttered something about the weather, but I barely heard him. My mind raced between Luca’s fragile heartbeat and the mountain of debts waiting like wolves at our door.

By noon, it began to rain. Soft at first, then steady — like the sky itself had grown heavy with Luna’s emotions. Luna sat by her window, knees drawn to her chest, watching the droplets trail down the glass in uneven lines. The world outside looked blurred, as if refusing to take a clear shape — much like her thoughts. Her phone buzzed again. Bryan. For the fifth time since she left him in the garden earlier that morning. She didn’t pick up.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

I knew if I shifted I could run further and faster, but that would also make my scent stronger, making them find me easier so that was a no-brainer. “Shit!” I cursed loudly when I felt giant raindrops start to fall from the sky, hitting me directly. It felt like it was cleansing me, but at the same time pushing me underground as I slowly became one with the wet soil. I wanted to just stay here. Lie down and forget the world as the rain washed me away and away. Away from everyone. Away from the pain. Away from this horrible life. “I think I saw someone here!” Fuck! How the hell did they get to me so fast?!

he added. I hummed, shoving my hand into my pants pocket, reaching for my phone. Pulled out a drenched brick of metal and tapped it. Dead as a doornail. I looked up at them, the rain still hammering down. “Anyone got a working phone? Mine is fried.”

I have no damn shoes on and only this t-shirt that clearly smells like this fucking asshole. And it is not like it is drizzling, the raindrops are beating hard against my skin, even with the cover from the trees on top, it is still coming down hard. And if the fact that I am getting soaked is not enough, I have my toes digging down in the mud. But let us not forget the damn mud that is stuck to my ass and my arms. This is absolutely perfect. How is Clayton going to find me now? I just have to push on through and see where I come out. But just as I think that I am heading onto the right path, I get sadly mistaken…