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

It will all end on that day, my painful feelings for you will end on the darkest day. That day, it suddenly rained down, as if to vent all the pain in my heart. Looking at the stream of people rushing to escape to find shelter in the rain, I was still walking quietly in the rain like that. Right now I feel very fond of the rain because when walking in the rain no one will notice that I am crying, in the middle of the road I can still cry freely without fear of anyone looking at me. A saying appeared in front of my eyes "The saddest day is the day when it rains", yes, today was very sad so God gave me this rain to help the tears not to flee under the storm. torrential rain.

Just when Pia Drew was about to listen seriously then she realized that Andrew was teasing her again and all of the things he had said in a serious tone were part of acting out. “Bummer” Pia Drew murmured. "You’ve got to wash the plates and hurry up or you'll miss your class today." Andrew put on a devilish smile that seemed to open and ruin Pia Drew’s day. -------------------- They were driving the freeway, calm and quiet through the foggy roads since it was still early. Andrew blasted the radio and Celine Dion came on. These three words, they could change our lives forever...and I promise you that we will always be together till the end of time...

I yelled. This seemed to make them retreat back to their various work. Stupid office. On getting outside, I noticed that it was raining cats and dogs. I couldn't go under that rain. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes when I finally realized that I was denied again. Maybe if I go under the rain, no one would see me cry. I thought to myself. "Today is Mishap Day. I heard it isn't a good day to get angry" Two girls who stood by my side, discussed loudly drawing my attention.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I hated Mondays. I always had and always would. Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

Harper’s POV I feel like I’m losing my mind as the weekend creeps by in a heavy, silent fog. Saturday bled into Sunday, and now Monday has arrived, dragging its feet. It is a strange, jarring disruption to my routine to realize I don't have to get ready for work. I am no longer a high-performing corporate closer. I am a prisoner, confined to a sprawling, gilded fortress on the hill.

Right now, I’m just giving my body a short break, as I try to wrap my head around everything that happened these last few days. As I lay here, I feel like my body is slowly drifting away from me. I can't help but wonder if it's possible for me to truly levitate and spend the rest of my life like that, far from the challenges of everyday life. The term ‘when it rains, it pours’ perfectly describes the fiasco the last few days have been. First, the photos, then Maurice, then my mom, and then, Alexis. And let’s not forget about the icing on the cake, getting fired from Global Media. Not bad for a few days’ work, huh?

I wanted a healthy relationship. Instead, I had Gray. Well Gray wasn’t this way at first but now it feels like his mask was all out and what scared me more was what his next surprise could be. The tears came anyway, hot and bitter, soaking into the sheets as I cried myself into a restless sleep. Monday came crashing in like an unwelcome guest. I don’t know if it was just me, but Mondays always seemed slower, heavier — like the universe itself was tired. I sat at my desk, flipping through the mountain of files, trying to figure out where to even start, when Victoria’s voice broke through the fog.

Argh, Cassie! I sat down comfortably on the wooden bench in the peaceful park, a serene oasis where my tired feet had guided me. I was on the verge of tears as I lifted my chin defiantly and gazed up at the bleak, overcast sky. It appears that the sky's current appearance is reflecting my current emotional state. Gray. It was gloomy. It was sad. At this point, I don’t care if it rains because that way, I will have a reason not to go to my workplace today.

chapter 3 | shit just got personal. _____ It's Friday, she picks calls on Friday. The tapping sound wakes me up. I put off the curtain to look outside and found it raining rather heavily. The dotted silver threats drop from heaven almost as if they are announcing the arrival of a new day. I opened the window aware that I'm going to soak my clothes if I do it. Honestly, I don't care, I love rain a little too much. why drown in my own thoughts when I can sit in rain.