Like Tears In The Rain Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop the pain our father aflicted onto him and now I was incapable of stopping the forces of darkness that knocked on my brothers fated mate's door. I sat staring at my brother's handsome face sighing deeply, wishing I could see his amazing rose red eyes with that beautiful gold encircling them. Glancing towards the window as the rain drops beaded down the pane of glass. I smlied at the memory of Steffon and I dancing about in the rain. We were lovers of the rain. It always left the air smelling fresh and clean, like the rain washed away the bad deeds that had occured across it's lands. Nevertheless this would be one rain storm we wouldn't get to share with one another. Standing u

Bile lifts to my throat before I am vomiting all over the side of the road, unable to hold it in any longer. The rain soaks me in less than a moment. Lightening crackles in the sky, creating a loud thunderous noise. I slide down on my knees, tears falling down my eyes and disappearing behind the rain. I don’t know when the silent tears become choked sobs and then loud wails. “ Where are—where are you!? Come out now. ” I want him. I need him. “ I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I am so sorry. ”

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

Charlotte’s POV I quickly made my way to the bathroom before anyone could see my tears. No matter how much I tried to hold them back, they just kept falling and falling, one after the other, like rain droplets pouring down a car windshield. By the time I made it to the bathroom, my eye makeup was ruined and there were thick tracks down my cheeks where the tears had fallen.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

"My only love, please stay safe... I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you." And then, as if the heavens themselves empathized with his broken heart, the first raindrop fell. It landed on Henry's cheek, cool and gentle. Confused, he looked up again. And then, as if the sky couldn't contain its own sorrow, the heavens opened. The rain came down in a torrent as if the sky had been saving its tears for this very moment. The drops, each one a testament to the pain he felt, mingled with the tears streaming down Henry's face. The rain intensified, becoming a downpour that mirrored the storm raging within him.

I use hot tears as a negative indicator that it is raining since the droplets are quite chilly. Perhaps it's simply passion, a craving for Lesley's company. When I heard it from Remon, I continuously clutched my stomach and sucked my breath away. Everything that was on my mind, everything that was clinging to what I was feeling and dreaming of, all of it fell at the same time and lost its supporting structure and support. I couldn't stop crying because I was having so much chest agony. It's all right. Then I turned around and covered my mouth to keep the tears from streaming down my face at his expense.

In fact, if I hadn’t caught myself earlier and I crashed into the pavement, I would’ve been fine. As the sky continued pouring upon the earth, I couldn’t help myself but cry my heart out. It’s a perfect camouflage that it was raining because then, no one would even notice that I’m a wreck. That I just got my fickle heart shattered into smithereens. That my own world decided to declare me as a persona non grata. No one could even tell that along with the water trickling down my face, there was also tears. Tears of a broken heart.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.