Novel & Cerita Lament Shower

Drip, drip, drip I feel feather like droplets break its fall on my head. What started off as tiny drops, now begin to pour mercilessly down on us. I look to the heavens, and mouth a thank you to the Lord above. This heavenly shower tames the flaming beast, making it crouch down to its master and disappear – only leaving it destruction behind. How amazing would it be, if it took its dreadful acts with it – but that would not happen, for what’s done is done.

The sky hung low with gray clouds, casting a somber shadow over the cemetery as mourners dressed in black gathered around the gravesite. A light drizzle had started, as if the heavens themselves were weeping alongside the people. The air was thick with sorrow, and the quiet murmur of grief rippled through the crowd, punctuated by the occasional sob that broke the silence like a crack in a glass.

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.

I called out for her again, but just like before, only silence answered my question. Leaving with no choice, I made my way further in. The thick mist of hot water clung to the air, cloaking the glass shower room in a dense fog. As I drew closer to the steamy haze of the shower, my heart clenched painfully at the sight that awaited me, a wave of raw, aching sorrow swelling within. I hurriedly grabbed the towel from the hanger, lifting it high so that all I could see was a blur of soft white. My hand reached out to open the shower door, and the first thing I did was shut off the chilling cold water. Then, I draped the towel over her shivering form on the floor. As the towel slipped from my lin

"Dust to dust," the priest intoned, his voice competing with the rhythmic drumming of a relentless downpour. The words felt like lead. Lila stood at the edge of the open earth, her black silk veil clinging to her cheeks like a second skin. The cemetery was a sea of black umbrellas, a somber congregation of the city’s elite who had come to witness the final fall of a Vance. But to Lila, the only thing that felt real was the freezing rain and the man standing beside her.

I went to take a bath to wash off the blood on my body. I entered the bathroom and hung my towel, turning on the shower. The warmth from the hot water I used helped to calm my nerves and my whole self. I stood under the hot shower with my eyes closed as I tried to shove back all the pain I felt this past hour and focus on the future. I let my tears flow freely under the shower without hesitation. The water cascaded down my face, mixing with the tears that flowed freely from my eyes. I let out a soft sob as my body shook from the weight of the heartbreak I felt.

Each step felt heavy, like the weight of her emotional burden, reminding her of the bitter reality she’d just experienced. In the bathroom, Sirena stepped into the shower, letting the icy water pour over her as if it could wash away the scars on her heart. She lowered her head, letting the water flow over her body, hiding the tears that silently fell. The water seemed to carry away the turmoil within her, yet somehow, the feelings of shame and filth would not fade.

"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.

I started walking slowly, trying my best not to pass out. " Just a little bit more Ara, hold on for a bit. ", I mumbled to myself I dragged myself to the river as I felt my body was slowly going to collapse. My vision started to blur, my eyelids getting heavy, my head spinning crazily, I couldn't feel my body any longer. Am I dying ? I totally lost myself and my body dropped to the ground, I could feel the cold water hitting my skin, all the noises in the background slowly fading away.

I slid down and sat on the shower floor, watching him as he looked at me, the rage all but dissipated now, as if evaporated into thin air, replaced by…remorse? Damian walked out of the bathroom, and I heard the bedroom door close. I rose and started the shower, stripped off the rest of my clothes, and stood under the warm flow, weeping, a sense of loss so all encompassing, so whole, it physically hurt.