Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down の小説・ストーリー

It meant control, power, and peace of mind. But today, something felt different. The morning had started with a dull, grey sky and heavy rain that poured relentlessly. I hated the rain. It reminded me of painful memories, a past I tried so hard to bury and forget. Whenever it rained, I couldn’t help but recall the heartbreak that once shattered me. The love that slipped through my fingers, leaving scars that no amount of money could heal.

Chapter 26 (Aron's POV) It was another rainy day in London. No surprise there right? I have no idea how people got used to it. A few days a month would be ok. But in our case, we had sun a few days a month but other days it was rain, rain and guess what? More freaking rain! But never mind my ranting. If I don't count the rainy weather I was in a pretty good mood. I woke up today to a beauty between my legs.

The baking soda was baking powder instead and the salt was sugar; even the vinegar was replaced with a liquid strawberry flavour. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. The greedy ghost can cook?! ~~~ Sunday mornings are always the best, but the brain falls into depression when it realizes that the next day is Monday. Monday: a six-lettered word and two syllables. A fairly simple word that puts fear into the hearts of many people and makes them bring out their complaint spirit. A word that makes you want to punch the nearest person in the face and pull all your hair out. It's a day when you start the horrid cycle over again and wait unbearably for the weekend to come. Isn't it amazing how thi

You make Mondays feel like weekends I make him never think about cheatin’ Got you skipping work and meetings, let’s sleep in [Jungkook] Seven days a week Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Seven days a week Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Seven days a week

*** (POV - Chloe Miller) Monday is hell. The thing I want the most right now is to curl up in the blanket while enjoying a cup of hot cocoa in my warm and comfortable room. But of course not everyone can get what they want. Even though yesterday I just had a peaceful weekend while watching a series that I have wanted to finish for a long time, but in the end Monday came again and I had to return to the real world.

Molly I've been walking for a while without any success in recognizing my soundings when the heavens open up and rain pours down on me. I dont think I've ever seen rain this bad before. It's freezing cold and within seconds battering down on me and everything around me leaving my clothes completely soaked through. What the hell?

he tells me. I feel tears prick my eyes as my mind rewinds back to our first meeting. ‘It’s a bloody miserable day. My weather app said sun! And here I am looking like a drowned rat. The torrential downpour has stopped and the sun is peaking through the clouds. Walking to get my bread and milk seemed like a good idea twenty minutes ago. I’ll grab a costa to walk home with, hopefully it’ll wake me up.

Shamefully so, Rain wouldn’t admit to anyone that she woke herself up three times while she brushed. Damn. Her reflection looked terrible. She looked like she’d spent the previous night drinking every alcoholic beverage in the house. But no. That wasn’t the actual case. She just wasn’t a morning person. Never was, never will be. Most especially on a fucking Monday! Rain took a warm shower that cleared up her head and opened up her eyes properly, she stopped dragging her feet on the floor as she walked but her brain still felt like mush. She grabbed some random clothes from the closet that she felt would match and put them down on the bed—her phone was on the fucking bed this whole time?!

Aurora Rain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful.

That won't be good for me. Class was dismissed once more. Today is a cloudy day. Every time it rains, I am reminded of how much pain I have endured. This makes me very sad. I'd rather watch the sunset than look at this. Because, as the rain fell, my heart gradually broke. The rain reminds me of my illnesses.