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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.

Rain began to fall over Positano—not a gentle Mediterranean shower, but a torrent, a deluge, the heavens emptying themselves as if in mimicry of my body's rebellion. I opened the window. I let the rain in. It fell on the workbench, on the velvet, on the dust of the shattered vessel, turning the porcelain ash into a paste, into a mortar, into the mud from which I would build whatever came next. I placed my hand on my abdomen, still flat, still secretive. You will not have him, I whispered to the ghost in the photograph. And he will not have you. I will see to it that you both inherit nothing but the rain.

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.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

Thunder crashes outside like the world is ending, and every rumble sends fragments of memory spinning through my damaged mind. I lie in the guest bedroom where Elio insists I should recover, staring at the ceiling while rain pounds against windows with increasing violence. Each flash of lightning illuminates the room in stark black and white.

The girl while waiting for Rissa, she leaned under the ginkgo tree. Ginkgo leaves begin to fall slowly, because of the strong wind. It was until the long brownish-black hair that unraveled was wiped as well because the water was blowing fast. Evelina also holds her hair so that it does not fall apart and attaches her fine hair to her earlobes. In between scenes, a silver-haired man was approaching the girl. Evelina realizes Nox’s presence and looks at her, they stare at each other. “Have we ever met before?” she asked Nox gently. The girl’s gaze goes to Nox Cyril. TO BE CONTINUED...

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

he continued, his eyes narrowing as he delved deep into his childhood memories. "Yet, there are these random, unfamiliar memories that surface. They have nothing to do with the place where I was raised," he said, turning to meet Bella's anguished and yearning gaze. "Every time I brought them up to my father, he'd brush them off as insignificant dreams or just imagination from something I'd seen online" he added, shrugging sadly. "What kind of memories?" Bella asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ahm, I remember being out in the rain during a terrifying thunderstorm. It was so scary that even now, every time there's a thunderstorm while it's raining, I get this chill," Bienley sai

Her muscles trembled violently beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Her vision swam, the world blurring and darkening around her, but she clenched her teeth and forced herself forward anyway. "Run Elara! Run far away!! Run until the memories can’t find you!!! The rain intensified, transforming the world into streaks of gray and silver, headlights from distant roads reflecting like ghostly apparitions. Blood seeped from the cuts on her skin, washing away with the rain, trailing faint, dissolving lines behind her, evidence of her existence already being erased.