Memories In The Rain Bleach Novels & Stories

The rain didn’t stop all night. It felt like the sky couldn’t breathe, like it was mourning something I didn’t know yet. I sat in the back seat of a police car, staring out the window as the city blurred by — lights smeared across the glass like streaks of memory. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard I pressed them together. Detective Hale sat in front, speaking quietly into a radio. His voice was calm, steady, like he’d done this a thousand times. But all I could hear was the storm inside my own head.

: The Children Who Remembered --- Rain comes with silence. Not a roar or a storm. Just a soft, steady whisper on the red earth — as if the sky is rinsing memory from the ground. The drops sizzle against the ash but do not boil. They soothe. Mira stands on the ridge above the Mouth, her cloak soaked through. She doesn’t move. She watches the land breathe again. Below her, the vines at the hill’s center have stopped twitching.

ARIA’S POV Rain had always been the trigger for my past memories. I didn’t know why, but every single time it poured like this, my head went straight back to things I tried so hard to forget. Tonight the rain fell harder. It was steady and soaked through my clothes in minutes. The arena was farther away now, but the sounds were still there. The laughter. The screams. My own voice sounding out of the speakers meant for humiliation. I walked without knowing where I was going. My shoes splashed in the puddles. My hair was stuck to my face and neck and I didn’t bother pushing it away. At this point it really didn't matter.

The engagement ring was still on the vanity, and the diary was still open on the desk. On the last page, there was a line of words: [Ron smiled today because Lisa drew a painting. I hope he’ll smile for me one day too.] Caitlin stares at that sentence for a long time, then closes the diary. “Silly girl,” she murmured. “He didn’t deserve you.” Then she stood up, turned off the lights, and left. The room returned to darkness. My soul began to fade, like morning mist dissolving under sunlight. I knew it was time for me to go to wherever the dead were meant to go, whether that was heaven, hell, or eternal nothingness.

A whisper. And lately, it had been whispering too much. Golden sunlight streamed through the tall front windows now, catching droplets still clinging to the glass. The streets outside were nearly empty, washed clean and gleaming. A delivery truck rolled slowly past, tires hissing against wet pavement. The river beyond town murmured softly, swollen but calm. Clara inhaled deeply, trying to steady the restless tightening in her chest. Rain meant memory. And memory meant fire. The silence of the morning carried the same hollow stillness that had followed the blaze fifteen years ago—the day smoke devoured the sky and stole everything she had known.

My eyes are open wide in shockness and my hands were clutching on my sheets as if my life depends on it. I was awoken by a memory that became a terrifying dream once again which repeats every night like a broken record. And to be worst, it's raining early in the morning that makes me feel lethargic. I do not get why everyone likes rain while I don't. I hate getting wet from it, it makes you sick and rain always made me remember that memory. How bad I want to forget about it but past is always a part of life.

It meant control, power, and peace of mind. But today, something felt different. The morning had started with a dull, grey sky and heavy rain that poured relentlessly. I hated the rain. It reminded me of painful memories, a past I tried so hard to bury and forget. Whenever it rained, I couldn’t help but recall the heartbreak that once shattered me. The love that slipped through my fingers, leaving scars that no amount of money could heal.

Rain screamed as blood came out of his nose and staged on the corner of his lips. "I will teach you a lesson, you bastard," Brice muttered as he threw punches at Rain's face. His knee was on his chest and he was sure that he couldn't move. The mixed scent of blood and vanilla mint was all Rain could comprehend at the moment. He was suddenly weak and he couldn't explain where it was from. Was he hallucinating that she was actually getting closer? He let Brice hit wherever he wanted while he only screamed as his eyes tried to find the direction of the scent that was making him struggle to focus.

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.