Lament Shower Novels & Stories

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.

Satisfied to see that Treasa was soundly sleeping, she crept back to her room and made her way to the shower, hoping the hot water would melt away the pain. The steam from the shower filled the room as she stepped into the expansive shower. Images of the many encounters she had with Liam in that very shower plagued her. Her thoughts seemed to mingle with the flow of water, forcing the dam that was her emotions to break and she dropped to her knees. The sobs turned to full bodied cries as she aimlessly through her fists into the marble floor, her knuckles cracking and giving way under the brute force, but she felt nothing. She was cold now. Her body trembled and shivered, the hot water helple

He carried her into the warm embrace of the shower where water poured over skin and sorrow alike. Steam curled and danced around them, crafting a sanctuary from all that lay outside the falling droplets. Their hands moved slowly, reverently exploring one another - rediscovering the familiar while embracing the new vulnerability born of reunion. As water traced their forms, healing whispered softly between them, carrying the promise of tomorrow and every day that would follow. The warm cascade enveloped them in its ethereal glow, and Lena’s breath faltered as joy and relief overwhelmed her. Tears, delicate and luminous, fell silently down her cheeks—tears born of pain eased, hope rekindled.

It was hard not to break everything down while merely cleaning it. After draining all my nerves and nearly breaking down, I needed a shower more than anything. I stepped into the bathroom and stripped down, then creaked the old shower into life and waited for the water to warm up before I stepped under it. The water washed down my sorrows—even though it was not nearly as soothing as dancing. I swayed gently to my own rhythm and only when I remembered how insane the water bill had been lately did I hasten my shower. ____

{‘Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.’} The rain was pouring hard over the damp soil of the cemetery. Looking up, the sky seemed in agony and in greatest sympathy. I gripped my black umbrella hard as I refused to accept that the person inside the casket deserved this kind of cry from heaven.

"Sorry. I had to call the police." I used to love taking long showers. But I hate long showers. Especially long hot showers. They make you sink into deep dark thoughts. They sink you into depression and leave you drowning as the hot water burns your skin. The only good thing about long showers is that you can just cry silently and the dripping water will be there, washing away your tears as it makes the gentle splashing sound so no one would hear you cry. That's why I couldn't stay long in the shower tonight.

The sound she made when the blade found its mark something between that has haunted my dreams ever since, the flashes were so real and exact. The rain begins as it now often does in places touched by profound grief, softly at first. Then harder, as if the heavens have decided that this ground needs cleansing, that perhaps enough water can wash away the stains that have marked this place as cursed. I sink to my knees in the dirt without conscious thought, my legs simply refusing to carry me any further into this sanctuary of memory. The rain soaks through my dress immediately, the fabric clinging to my skin like a burial shroud, and I do not attempt to shield myself from it.