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Then, he leaned over the railing and shouted downstairs, “Ms. Shaw! We found Mom’s gift for you! You’re going to love it!” Yvonne reached out desperately for the necklace, but Milton shoved her hard. “Why are you being so stingy?!” Yvonne's foot slipped, and she tumbled down the stairs. The back of her head slammed against the steps. Blood instantly spilled from her temple. She lay in a pool of blood. Her vision blurred as a loud ringing filled her ears. “Mom!” Milton and Travis panicked and ran downstairs. Milton’s voice trembled. “I-I didn’t mean to… It’s your fault for trying to grab it…”

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the raindrops that fell from the darkened sky above. "Elma! Wait!" a voice called out from behind her. She recognized it as Gael’'s, the man who had just whispered those words that had sent her into a frenzy of emotions. She ignored his pleas, pushing herself to run faster, desperate to find solace in the chaos of her thoughts. The sound of her own ragged breathing filled her ears as she dashed through the rain-soaked streets. She was a blur, her surroundings nothing more than a blur of colors and indistinguishable shapes. The memories flooded back, unrelenting and vivid, each one more painful than the last.

Despite moving on, Marine's words served as a chilling reminder that the past could still come back to haunt me. I shook as I stared out at the pouring rain from my window, feeling a mix of fear and vulnerability. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within me. I sighed heavily, realizing that I may never truly escape the shadow of our past. The raindrops hitting the glass seemed to echo the painful memories, as if they were trying to wash away the lingering pain that still clung to my heart.

The peaceful morning… The soothing rain… The calm I had felt— It was no longer untouched. Because memories have a way of weaving themselves into the present. And some memories— Refuse to stay in the past. comment your opinion send lots of gems if you are loving the story.

“Rain, give me a second, please... I need to go to the bathroom. “Please… “I promise I´ll be back in a second.” I say letting go of her, to get into the shower where without hesitation I let out chilly water trying to make it enough to calm down, but, it's not possible. So, I have no choice but to release my member just to touch me wishing that's enough, after all, there are a lot of Rain hormones in the bathroom and that, plus the memories that happened recently and those of the United States, I could do something simple.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

Tasha opened her eyes, she sat on the bed and frowned her face, confused. "Where am I?" She scanned the room, and she was surprised to see herself in her room. "How did I end up here?" She troubled her head to recollect how she ended up in her room, but she remembered nothing. She tried to stand up, but she was too weak to stand up, and she took a deep breath. Malachi came, smiling, with a cup of tea in his hands. “You open your eyes already?”

It was just me, alone in my apartment, speaking into the quiet like it might speak back. Outside, the rain kept pouring. Not gentle or calm, but loud and steady, like it was trying to wash something away. Maybe it was the street it wanted to clean. Or maybe it was me. Maybe the rain knew how heavy my chest felt, how tangled my thoughts were. How much I wished I could erase what I saw. But the truth doesn’t fade, not even when you pretend it didn’t happen. And no matter how many times I tried to distract myself or look away, the memory stayed. Heavy. Loud. Unshakable.

For you my dear, I can go against the world. So what it is to go in the Beast's cave to sacrifice myself to save you from the cruel world. -Rain RAIN POV How does it feels when your whole world comes crashing down. That one phone call had made my heart beating faster as I raced through the roads never caring about the traffic lights or the speed board. My Amber! Her face, her smile, her tears and everything else. All the sweet memories were coming in front of my eyes. Like the first time when she was handed to me after two months of serious observation, how she wrapped her tiny fingers around my middle finger.