Something In The Rain Ending Novels & Stories

“You are mine, Jaiyana.” The End

And the rain so cold, so persistent was just a mirror of the chaos inside me. As I watched Daniel’s figure fade into the distance, I realized that this was the end of something something I had once believed in. Whether I wanted it or not, everything had come full circle. I had come here to confront him, and now I was walking away, soaked to the bone and broken inside. But I knew one thing for certain: I wouldn’t forget. Not this. Not what we once were. And not the rain that washed away the past, only to leave me standing in its aftermath, battered but still standing.

He wasn't aquatinted with fashion and he didn't understand how things worked. He just watched as slender ladies swayed majestically through the columns and other people were taking pictures. He wondered if Ketra's turn was already done and hoped she was still backstage. A moment of silence came in as reporters turned their cameras towards the backstage exit as a tall slender figure appeared in black with lights turned down to dim. Rain's nostrils flared as he caught a merry sweet scent of Vanilla-mint and he could feel his wolf wagging its tail happily. What a blessing!

At last, everything is over. The End

A kiss goodbye. The rain had finally stopped, giving way to a bright sky. The dark clouds had finally faded away, revealing the mesmerizing colors of the rainbow, painting the blue sky. There's beauty after the storm. There's light after the darkness. And just how the weather brightened up, Justine and Ray were finally able to smile.1 The kind of smile that reached their eyes. --------

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

Through his cool skin, her own frantic, damning heartbeat echoed back to them both. A distant rumble of thunder rolled over the hills, and the first fat drop of rain broke from the clouds, landing squarely on Rebecca's collarbone and sliding down toward her neckline. Lucian's silver-dark eyes followed the path of the water, his thumb tracing one slow, deliberate arc over her hammering wrist. "Why are you tracking my heartbeat?" she asked, the words leaving her mouth before her intellect could filter them.

Like earlier, these scouts also looked bored, it didn’t seem like they had found anything. I hear the distinctive sound of raindrops falling on steel; the clouds continue to turn dark as the rains pour harder. Trosdig and Lurti arrive from the officer’s meeting looking rather sullen, “Hunker down boys, we’re staying here for the day.” Some of the men grumble, others breathe a sigh of relief, I on the other hand pull out my folded tent and simply wrap myself in it. Lurti makes some snide comment on how lazy I am but I’m too tired to respond.