Lament Shower Novels & Stories

She stepped under the shower and as soon as the water rained down on her body, she released a moan of relief. She was filthy and saw that as the water washed all the filth off her. The water dripping down her body and onto the floor was gray at first and then it got a light shade of red, reminding her of the baby she had lost. A small sob escaped her lips and she could not help the sadness that instantly filled her heart. Her sobs became louder and her heart ached. “My baby,” She cried, her voice breaking. “My beautiful baby, I’m so sorry.”

The rain that was showing signs of stopping began to rain heavily once again and unceasingly poured down on the young girl lying helplessly and dispirited on the ground. The sun went down and the sky turned a shade darker, but the heavy rain didn't stop. Loreen stood up from the ground and took a deep breath. She gazed at the stone tablet and gave a deep bow, "Goodbye mother...Rest in peace." She turned around and left the cemetery grounds. comment

He peels off his drenched pants, starting from his tie to his tuxedo suite, leaving a trail of wet clothes behind him as he makes his way to the bathroom. He sighs in relief as he steps into the shower. He closes his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling the warmth seep into his bones. As he showers, Xander thought about the rain. It had been an inconvenience, sure, but it had also been beautiful in its own way. The way it had transformed the city, turning the streets into a glistening canvas of light and shadow. And the sound of it, drumming against the pavement and tapping against the roof of the car.

I must be losing my mind. Stepping into the shower, I turn on the water, fully clothed. The cascading drops wash over me, the sensation grounding me in the present. Every inch of my body stings, as if I've just been whipped. My voice feels hoarse, and my mind is a tangled mess. Tears elude me, and so I stand beneath the water, allowing it to mask my anguish.

All I could do is to sag my head in my woes and bury my heart in heavy shame. I turned on the shower, standing under it. The water begins to drop heavily. I closed my eyes and I wondered in big misery. I know I can't let this slide, but what do I do? I don't have an answer to the question other than to listen to the sound that comes from the shower. It's painful that everything has to go down this lane. I feel vengeful and angry towards it all. All I need is just to make a plan… a plan I know will work along the line.

KAI’S POV The shower in the loft was a brutal, high-pressure affair, the kind of plumbing that felt like it was trying to peel the last twenty-four hours of filth and failure right off my skin. I stood under the steaming spray with my forehead pressed hard against the cold, white subway tile, watching the water swirl down the drain in a thick, grey-black spiral. Ash from the sub-basement, soot from the exploding tanks, and that lingering, phantom scent of lilies—I wanted every molecule of it gone. I wanted to scrub the Wolfe legacy out of my very pores until there was nothing left but the man underneath the name.

Making the unbearable feeling— a constant reminder of the irreversible loss I have just suffered. Slowly undressing, my fingers flutter as I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to scalding hot. The water cascade down my body, the steam clouding the air around me, attempting to wash away the physical stains that burden me, but as the water pour over me, I acknowledge that no amount of heat or pressure can wash away the haunting thoughts that plague my mind. Images of Clarisse flash before my eyes, vivid memories of our laughter, our arguments, and the love we once shared. Now, all that remain are the shattered fragments, scattered and irretrievable. Gritting my teeth, I fight back t

My reflection sharpens, I wasn’t seeing the miserable Shenaya anymore but a woman who is determined to rise from the ashes of her pain. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over my hair. I feel like the water is washing away the rest of my grief, the tears, the hopelessness, the helplessness. I closed my eyes and let the water droplets massage my scalp, I feel lighter, freer and better.

Lilith stood in the bathroom, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her. Anger, sadness, and a sense of helplessness washed over her as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The steam from the shower slowly filled the room as she undressed, her mind still fixated on the life that awaited her. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down her body, attempting to wash away not only the physical grime but also the weight of her impending fate. The sound of the water masked the sound of her sobs, allowing her a brief moment of privacy to gather her thoughts.

I turn feeling my stomach churn from the sight of myself. Slowly moving to turn the shower on, letting the steam cloud the bathroom into a fog like state, as I get undressed, before pushing the curtain a side and stepping in. I let the warmth of the water falling over me relax all my aching muscles and bones. Feeling a little bit of the tension leave my crumbling body.