Lament Shower Novels & Stories

Steam fogged the glass chambers. Clara remained there longer than she had intended. She let the warm shower hit her body, her head tilted forward as the water soaked her hair, flowing down her skin. Her hands traced over her arms, washing away the last remnants of her makeup and inside her, she hoped it would wash away the pains, the shame. But before she knew it, the sob returned. This one was different, deeper. She sank to the floor of the shower. She pulled her legs together, curling herself into a tight ball at the corner. The water poured and soaked her as it filled the chambers. Her shoulders trembled as she hugged her knees, whispering to herself through gritted teeth.

With a nod, Shanaya disappeared into the bathroom. As she stood under the cold cascade of water, tears streamed down her face, mingling with the flowing water. Time seemed to slip away as she silently wept, allowing her emotions to pour out in the sanctuary of the shower stall. The sound of the water provided a gentle cover for her sorrow.

Ashley turned on the shower, letting her grief out, no restraint this time. No one watching her but the spirits taunting her for not forgiving him. Screaming out in pain and devastation, she let her body sink to the cold floor. Nothing mattered outside her grief anymore, she let out all the bursts of painful energy she felt inside. Wishing Jordan could feel her pain, her wails as her whole being shattered into pieces. All the untold pain summing up together reminding her of her losses, her lost baby, her lost love, her lost future. Everything breaking apart, yet there she was in the middle and defenseless.

The little room resonated with the sound of drops hitting tiles. As she undressed, Lily could not help but think about the whirlwind of events that had led her to this moment. The wedding, the revelation about her father’s death, and now, sharing a home with Mykel. She sighed, allowing the water to wash away the stress and uncertainty. Stepping into the shower, the waterfall enveloped her in a soothing embrace. Lily closed her eyes, relishing the sensation as droplets danced across her skin. The scent of the shower gel filled the air, adding a touch of tranquility to the moment. Lost in her thoughts, Lily began to wash away the day. Her fingers massaged her scalp as she shampooed her hair, a

She watched as Lily left the room, the door closing softly behind her. Alone in the bathroom, Bella turned on the shower and waited for the water to reach the right temperature. She undressed slowly, still reeling from the emotional rollercoaster of the past night. The hot water cascading over her felt soothing, like a gentle touch to her weary soul. Under the warm stream, Bella let her tears mingle with the water, letting the sadness and frustration wash away. She lathered up with her favourite shower gel, the familiar scent providing a touch of comfort. With each pass of the soap, she was slowly but surely piecing herself back together.

Stepping inside the shower, I take a moment to look at the handles wondering just how hard it is to turn a shower on until I finally manage to get the damned contraption working. Instantly, warm water sprays onto my body, surprising me before I find myself enjoying the warmth and relax. My mind wanders to everything I have been through from waking up in the slums, the many nights I spent searching for shelter and warmth while staving. How a man took me under his wing and taught me to steal to survive. All of this to end up with me being the Princess of Nimairene whose memories have yet to all return. My body starts to shake as I slide along the titled wall and to my knees as my tears finally

Azura As the rain falls relentlessly from the somber clouds above, my feet carry me through the quiet rows of headstones in the cemetery. Each droplet seems to echo the rhythm of my heart, heavy with sorrow and longing as my own teardrops stream down my cheeks. I stand before my father's grave, the damp earth beneath my shoes reminding me of the fragility of the situation I was in. With a trembling hand, I trace the letters of his name engraved on the weathered stone, feeling the weight of loss settle upon my shoulders once more.

The shards embedded on her soles pierced every step that she took. Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up. The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation. “So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again.” Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.

**SCARLETT'S POV** I stand in the shower, letting the scalding heat of the water wet my hair and warm up my entire body. The tears in my eyes falling more rapidly than the water from my shower head. I am exhausted; drained; just in need of exactly this - crying in the shower.

All was gone and only her own tears was by her side. The next day, clouds formed and rain started. On this whether, few people came for shopping while the traders had their own plans. Some stayed home for rest, some opened their stalls with umberlla and some went for outing to enjoy rain. For the two couples, Shinitu's friend, Areial was among them, she joined some ladies for enjoying rain. Whereas, Kayle stayed at home for resting. By noon, the rain increased and people rushed into their home. Unfortunately, some returned soaked the same was for Areial as she arrived home. She dried herself well and then went to the kitchen to perpare lunch.