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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.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

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

I was passing by the streets in blurred motion when it began to rain. Hmm? An ominous feeling came along with it, threatening to remind me of something that had slipped from my mind. In the state of anger and worry, I had forgotten a very important thing but as the rain came down with heavy fury, my heart trembled as the scent visuals I was following began to fade away. NO!

“So, all in all, does this mean I got some screwed up form of amnesia now?” “A form of it, that seems to be triggered by rain or storms,” The doctor explains. “Of course, to confirm that we need to wait until another storm passes. So far, we only have one hypothesis. Do you have any memory of the incident in the hospital room?” “Not really,” I reply. “Just black, like I passed out as soon as it started raining. I remember my head aching something fierce before, and Theon being worried, but that’s it.”

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.

Evelina could not see the man clearly who was in her dream, at the time of seeing her in the dream the man's face looked blurry or could not be seen. After remembering her dream, Evelina listens to her mother's voice calling her. "Eve, wake up! it's morning! Get ready to go to school!" "Okay Mom," said Evelina. She made her bed and got out of her bed. Then, Evelina took a towel from her closet that she wanted to clean herself to hurry to school with Rissa. The girl went into her bathroom. After a few minutes later...

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.

Shortly after entering the bathroom did I find myself vomiting the little food I had today. God Raine, look at yourself. I stare back at my reflection. My eyes were red, and a bit watery. I have a sting in my chest from all the acid that forced its way out of my body. I splashed water on my face, cleaning myself up, making sure I looked just as good as I did when I came in. I took a deep breath. “You don’t have time to be sick, Raine,” I speak softly, before licking my lips.

The sound she made when the blade found its mark something between that has haunted my dreams ever since, the flashes were so real and exact. The rain begins as it now often does in places touched by profound grief, softly at first. Then harder, as if the heavens have decided that this ground needs cleansing, that perhaps enough water can wash away the stains that have marked this place as cursed. I sink to my knees in the dirt without conscious thought, my legs simply refusing to carry me any further into this sanctuary of memory. The rain soaks through my dress immediately, the fabric clinging to my skin like a burial shroud, and I do not attempt to shield myself from it.