Memories In The Rain Bleach Novels & Stories

: 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.

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.

I pursed my lips as I stared at her in annoyance. “I’m Melody’s sister.” Beatrice said as she reached out her hand. “Whos?” I asked as my brows pinched together. Her eyes jumped for a minute before she was smiling and staring at me like I was a child. “You don’t remember us do you?” She asked softly. Before I could speak she continued. “I knew you didn’t have your memories I just didn’t think they were completely gone.” “I have most of my memories, I just needed time for them to come back.” I lied with confidence. I lifted up my nose and stared at her with a gaze that only had her smiling.

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

Last evening was much easier than the one before. Hannah was right, she was getting used to everything. She got out of bed, Hannah was still asleep, so she crept quietly into the bathroom and first took a long shower. She enjoyed the luxury of the hot water that ran gently over her body. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Ally? Are you ready soon? ”Hannah's voice came from the other side of the door. She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a soft towel. "Yes, you can come in." The door opened and Hannah gave her a guilty look. "Is everything okay?" She wanted to know. Hannah started grinning and nodded. “There's a guy living downstairs in the village, he's really cute and he as