Novel & Cerita I'm Jealous Of The Rain

I got a chance to do what I have always wanted, to be normal, to have fun and feel real joy. I think it rained sometime in the night and I can't remember correctly but I remember singing Rihanna's Umbrella in the rain. You see what this guy is doing to me? In the short time that we have been together, he is already making me feel like this is where I belong.

He literally called me a fucktoy. "Okay" was all I said as I looked outside the window, watching the clouds get dark. It was going to rain, at least that would keep me off thoughts for a while. I love the rain, it's like my own stress ball. Whenever I feel down, I just go under the rain and when it isn't raining, I go under the shower. The little splattering sounds of the drops caused a smile on my face.

It is raining so hard so I need to focus on driving because I might die ahead of them. I arrived seeing her like crazy in front of the bridge, she’s getting wet. When she saw me, she immediately climb the railing of the bridge. “Please don’t do this Ivy.” So I also let myself to be wet by rain, she smirked at me. “Stay there Jeoff.” And I stopped getting near her. I am feeling nervous to her. “Please, let’s talk Ivy.” “Jeoff, what will I do with my life if I don’t have anything to do in this world? I am always getting hurt. I am always being thrownaway. Jeoff it is now so painful. The world is already playing with me.”

"Baby, come on. It was just a friendly chat. I can have friends, right?" "No one said you couldn't have friends, Rain. I don't want to share you," I confessed. "Can't believe you're jealous of Caspian. He's..." I growled. "Repeat his name, and Ezra might find him and tear his head off his body!" Rain chuckled. "My butterfly is jealous of a guy I just met today. Don't worry, babe, there's nothing between us, okay?" His breath on my neck made me moan as he kissed it. "Don't worry about anything. I'm all yours, and you're mine. No one will ever separate us, babe." He moved closer for a kiss, but Ezra's voice sounded in my head, stopping me.

'The destitute land calls me by your name In this ruinous drought, It says You are my only Rain. '

That’s the last thing she says before leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sigh, heading on the balcony. A little bit of freedom at least, I think. I watch the sky above me, turning slightly grey. It’s about to rain. Good. I love rain. It’s one of the little things that makes me happy. It’s natural. And not man-made. Humans can’t alter rain. They can’t ruin it. And that’s enough to make it precious. More precious than anything. It makes it real. I allow myself a smile when I feel the first drop of water touch my skin, not making a move to wipe it off. I stand there, leaning on the railing and close my eyes.

I really should get up and leave, get back to my warm and cozy apartment and fall asleep. Of course, I don't listen to myself. I want to stay here, in the rain because I've come to love this kind of weather, the wet and sad kind. It reminds me of myself because I, too, am sad, so sad it's miserable. Although is it weird that I like the rain but not the cold? It is, isn't it? I prefer the rain. I'm able to cry in peace when it rains, without any disturbances. It would be fucking hilarious if someone were to see me, sitting here alone and crying like a little baby on a normal sunny day. But in the rain?

Baby, I'm jealous Went from beautiful to ugly 'Cause insecurity told me you don't love me All it takes is a girl above me On your timeline to make me nothing This is me, a woman in dichotomy I love me until I don't Baby, I'm jealous Of the pictures that you like Baby, I'm jealous Of the girls with lighter eyes Baby, I'm jealous, ooh And I know that it ain't right But I'm jealous, jealous (haha) The jealous kind I'm jelly, jelly, jelly, jelly, jelly on a plate Sunny-side up, I got egg on my face Waist trainer for a tinier waist But I can't help it if I like the way food taste (taste) This is me, a woman in dichotomy I love me until I don't My apologies for looking on your history I'm trying t

My palms were sweating, but my hands weren't trembling in the slightest. I used to believe that my only place in this industry was standing in Winston’s shadow. Only now did I finally realize that it wasn't because I lacked the ability to shine. It was simply because someone had intentionally kept me hidden in the dark all along. By the time our celebratory dinner concluded, it had started raining again outside. As I walked out of the hotel lobby, I caught sight of Winston standing at the bottom of the entrance steps. He wasn't holding an umbrella. His shoulder was already entirely dark and soaked through, yet his fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of a long, black umbrella.