Memories In The Rain Bleach Novels & Stories

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

I have bad memories of it and I don't want to remember it anyway. Why do I feel it takes so long to arrive home? I practically running when I feel the water already hit my body. Please don't rain yet. Please! I don't want to remember it. I don't want to remember it. Suddenly, The tears suddenly coming out from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. My head feels so heavy all in a sudden and also the rain is getting heavier and I can't think straight now. I need to cross the road to get to the building. I look around and make sure there's no car and cross the road but then I hear a car honk.

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

She gave the parking lot one sweeping look, but there were too many employees walking back and forth, so if she let herself bathe in the rain, it might ruin her reputation. Zheira waited with Melinda’s decision, her eyes intent on the rain that was just passing by her. It was fun watching it, but seeing that there were people who were running away from it, trying not to be soaked, made her stomach clench. In someone’s memory, she had no way of being affected by anything unless the host of the memory felt it. So far, Melinda only transmitted frustration, making her longed more than ever to feel the rain.

I noticed she was avoiding looking outside since she entered the bathroom. "Why?" I press. My curiosity getting the better of me. Ariana's expression changes, her brow furrowing. Her eyes drops, and her voice becomes barely audible. She twirls her wet hair a little. She looks so adorable. "Memories." I sense a depth to her words. "What memories?" I coax, my fingers tracing her jawline. Ariana's eyes flutter closed, her chest rising with a deep breath. "The rain reminds me of a lot of bad things. I'd rather not talk about that. Let's focus on us, now." Her voice cracks.

me, but even though I was fucking helpless and tired of everything yet again, still my staggering legs kept on moving through the rain puddles. The tears clouding my eyes as I walked inside the cursed cold rain, I feel dirty and nothing but disgust, pain and fucking hatred. The shitty memories of earlier today flashing repeatedly inside my head, it slowly takes me back to memory lane. Damn, I shouldn't have never came back to this city. The cold words mumbling out of my lips, the damn memories kept on pounding hard until it finally takes my mind away again even though I had so badly wanted to forget every fucking shit.

Like safety in a world that had forgotten what safety meant. The rain scent moved around me, getting stronger then weaker, like a heartbeat made of memory and magic. Each wave brought pictures flashing through my mind, Maeve's house in the woods, plants hanging from the ceiling, the sound of real rain on a real roof instead of the poison storms that hit this place. But something was wrong. The scent was too strong, too real. In a realm where nothing good could exist, where even water burned, how could rain smell this pure? Heavy footsteps echoed in the hall outside.

My vision blurs again as something else begins to surface. Something older and deeper. A memory I’ve tried so hard to bury. But right now…I can’t stop it. ~~~~ I was seven years old and it was raining hard just like this. I was standing near the door, my small hands gripping the edge of my shirt, my whole body shaking. Not from the cold, but from fear. “Please…please don’t do this…” my mom’s voice was broken, desperate, barely holding together. I looked outside, and she was right there, on her knees….in the rain.