Like Tears In The Rain の小説・ストーリー

I cursed repeatedly, aloud and firm. And to sum up the misfortune, the rain suddenly poured and it was as heavy as my heart. I looked up into the dark clouds, letting my salted tears mix with the cold droplets coming from above. Slowly, i closed both of my eyes to feel it all, the sympathy from heaven. It must have pitied me so much that it suddenly wants to join and help me make a river through my endless tears. "Wow. Thanks for being with me..." I mumbled, still with my eyes closed but with a bitter smile painted on my damp trembling lips.

Even her own reflection on the mirror looked different. And with that, she welcomed the tears. Funny thing about tears is that it’s like heavy clouds with loads of rain. You open the gate, a slightest trigger, and then it all fall down like gravity. One second in and you’re already breaking down, finally letting all the rain fall. And Harper was having it altogether. - - -

I said. She paused. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t ask about what happened. She didn’t even nod her head. She opened the door and walked out. I ran and closed the door behind her. I didn’t bother holding back my sobs as I bolted the door. I turned from the door, my back against the wood, and slid down to my backside. The dam broke free and the tears fell of their own volition now. I threw my head back against the door and stared out the window. The clouds were gray and it was starting to rain. I could taste it in the air. The sound of rain filled the room as it started to fall down hard. It was soothing in a way, the sound of rain as it washed everything away. I scrambled to my feet and

The rain dripped from my hair and ran down my face, mingling with the salty taste of my tears. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering uncontrollably as the rain continued its relentless assault. My thoughts swirled like the storm above me with memories of my family, flashes of Russo’s cold gaze, the sting of Miley’s betrayal, and Ella’s triumphant smirk. Everything I had known, everything I had trusted, had been stripped away, leaving me with nothing but the bitter taste of regret and a fierce determination not to be broken.

I will never marry Jason, Grandpa. Before her grandfather could respond, Vivica shoved her chair back and fled the room, sobbing. In the twinkle of an eye, it was Saturday. The sky was drizzling, a soft gray veil that seemed to mirror the day's quiet relief. The persistent, gentle rain felt less like a gloom and more like a blessing, as if the heavens themselves were offering a quiet congratulation on the annulment of Brooklyn and Preston’s sham marriage. Brooklyn stood on the balcony, her spirit as grey and heavy as the misty sky. The drizzle matched the cold weight in her chest. The last thing she wanted was to endure a lunch with the James family.

The tears in Jacklyn's eyes welled up until they blurred her vision. "Eugene… You're the one who upset me."

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

It was then that all her memories of before came tumbling in her head. Her body then slides down to the white-tiled that was floor of the bathroom. Her head resting on the cabinet that the sink was in. she began to cry hot and angry tears. But what is done is done. Plus it was only time before he would have claimed her anyways. But still, she had hoped that they could start an actual relationship beforehand.