Memories In The Rain Bleach Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"I miss you when things go wrong, and I miss you when things go right, and I really wish you were here because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing anymore." Rain began falling shortly afterward. Tiny droplets landed against my skin at first, then multiplied steadily until the clouds finally gave up holding themselves together. I remained there a little longer despite the weather, while memories and laughter and heartbreak tangled together inside my chest. "Happy memorial day, Dad," I whispered eventually, while standing to leave. "Try not to get into trouble wherever you are." The rain followed me all the way toward the cemetery gates, and by the time I reached the entrance, my hair was

I assure him, my heart light and free when I realize it’s true. “Here.” The bear hands me a bottle of water. “You need to drink something.” I recognize the bottle as one of Santiago’s fancy imported waters. My vampire master wouldn’t waste something so fancy on me. I don’t know if I can tell the bear that. With a grunt, the bear pushes the water on me, and I don’t protest. I’m parched. The water is cool, almost sweet, and I drain the whole bottle.

I know the shape of that night the way you know the words to a song you have never once chosen to play. But when I reach past the words, there’s nothing underneath them. No cold. No smell. No weight of anyone’s hand in mine. Just a flat gray place where the worst night of my life is supposed to be, and the story lying on top of it like a sheet thrown over furniture. Start with the rain, I tell myself. Everyone remembers rain. And something moves. Not a memory. Smaller. A splinter of one. Warm light, gold and low, not the white of the hall lamps. A man’s voice close to my ear, saying two words with a patience that turns my stomach inside out.

The winds were dry but the visions of both of them were wet due to the rain of their memories. With such a heavy rain of memories, it was impossible to put the eyes to their duty. So, hands automatically leaned in the front of them to make their job easy; soaking all the memories from the eyes to themselves and ultimately transferring them to the cloth covering their skin. Some drops made their way to the cloth through palms, some preferred to land on the cloth themselves but none wished to stay in those overfilling eyes. The distance which a minute ago was a couple of feet apart could be measured in meters now.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

My palms were sweating, but my hands weren't trembling in the slightest. I used to believe that my only place in this industry was standing in Winston’s shadow. Only now did I finally realize that it wasn't because I lacked the ability to shine. It was simply because someone had intentionally kept me hidden in the dark all along. By the time our celebratory dinner concluded, it had started raining again outside. As I walked out of the hotel lobby, I caught sight of Winston standing at the bottom of the entrance steps. He wasn't holding an umbrella. His shoulder was already entirely dark and soaked through, yet his fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of a long, black umbrella.

​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.