Lament Shower Novels & Stories

Standing under the cascading water of the shower, Skylar felt all the stress of the entire day wash away from her body, as the cold water washed through her hair and soaked it flat, as it trickled down her face and body. Just for a short moment, the water provided a sense of relief to her body, as if it was washing her pain away, but it wasn't long before a deep-seated sadness began to creep into her mind. Her heart began to ache for reasons she couldn't even pinpoint, and she suddenly felt so burdened, the urge to cry, knocking against the door of her eyelids.

A shower does sound nice. Kasey pushed off the white countertop its bluish-grey base sitting on a white tiled floor. A porcelain toilet sitting a few inches from the counter, and a foot from that was the shower with a sliding glass door. After opening the glass door, Kasey looked over the white corner shelves that were nailed to the small bluish-grey tiles. After making sure there was soap and shampoo, she turned her attention to turning the shower on. It took a minute for Kasey to get the water running, and only a minute more before she stepped under the water's warm rain. After a short moment of bliss, reality crashed into her again and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Choking back her

Tony was honestly very thankful that Dillon had already showered, as he wanted to partake in his 'Shower Trick'. Dillon's shower trick was a method that they both used to deal with things that weighed heavily on their hearts. The way Dillon had explained it was thus: "It's somethin' I've done since I was a kid. Tears are… heartbreaking, yes… but don't be sad for me. I let the spray from the shower… wash 'em away. I let the tears fall with the water… and they disappear down the drain with it… When I get out and dry off, the tears are dried off too and they're gone for good."

He missed her more than words could express, a void in his chest that felt like it would consume him whole. “Please, come back to us, Liz,” he begged, his voice mingling with the patter of rain. “We need you. I need you.” Each plea was accompanied by a new wave of tears, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. He buried his face in his hands, feeling utterly lost in the storm. The rain continued to pour, drenching him, but it felt fitting—a reflection of the chaos in his heart. As he sat there, the world around him faded away. It was just him and his grief, a visceral connection that left him raw and exposed. The anguish washed over him in waves, and he screamed into the void, a guttura

My legs felt unsteady. I crossed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and waited until steam filled the small space. Only then did I let myself cry. The water was hot enough to sting and I stood under the shower head, washing away the cemetery dirt and Noah's scent on my skin.

How could that not have done lasting damage? My slippery hands drift up to my tummy and a sob sticks in my throat as warm tears join the water from the shower as it runs over my face. Is it possible to mourn something you didn’t know you wanted but would probably never have? I can’t do this now. I can’t allow myself to feel this pain, their disappointment, on top of everything else. I need to focus on getting through one battle at a time.

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.

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.