Caught in the Rainy Season(COMPLETED)

Prologue

      Taniesha Ilene De Mavicos

I had just left my daughter's school, my bag clutched tightly in my left hand as I walked along the corner of the street. Suddenly, I felt a cold drop splash against my shoulder, halting me mid-step. Frowning, I glanced at the offending droplet, realizing it was the first of many.

When I looked up at the sky, my heart sank at the sight of dark clouds swirling ominously above. The first few drops gave way to a heavy downpour, pounding against the pavement, drowning out everything else with its relentless rhythm. Thunder boomed in the distance, and flashes of lightning illuminated the chaos around me.

Shit, what horrible timing!

I felt panic rising within me; I had no umbrella. My only option was to run, desperately searching for shelter before the storm consumed me entirely. But as I sprinted forward, the rain intensified, soaking me through to my skin.

Why did I even walk when I had a car?

Now my papers—the result of countless late nights spent perfecting proposals—were turning into a soggy mess, ruined by the downpour. Frustration bubbled within me, mingling with the cold as I struggled to keep my footing.

Then, amidst the cacophony of rain, I suddenly felt warmth surrounding me. I looked up, bewildered, and saw a sturdy umbrella hovering above my head. My breath caught in my throat as I followed the handle up to its owner.

Dameon.

My heart raced at the sight of him, standing there like a guardian angel in the storm, sheltering me from the chaos. I felt an old instinct to retreat, to pull away from the familiarity of his presence, but the rain—and the memories it carried—held me captive.

“Taniesha,” he said, his voice slicing through the downpour.

“Dameon,” I whispered, the name escaping my lips like a lost prayer.

We stood there, suspended in the moment, the memories flooding back with each heartbeat. This was not the first time we’d found ourselves caught in the rain together. Six years ago, it was so different. He was my hero then, the one who always saved me. But now? Now the storm felt like a cruel reminder of everything we lost.

I was about to walk away when he grasped my wrist, preventing me from escaping. Annoyance flickered through me, mixed with something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name. His eyes held mine, steady and unwavering, as if he could read the turmoil within me.

“You really like walking away, even though it’s raining like years ago,” he said, the weight of his words settling around us.

I clenched my jaw, anger and hurt surging through me. “And you—you always acted like a hero! Even after I told you to stop! You’re just being selfish, saving me for your own sake!”

I trembled, not just from the cold but from the raw emotions flooding my veins. The wind whipped around us, howling like a feral beast, but I didn’t hesitate. I pulled away, determined to leave him behind in the storm.

Once again, Dameon was the man who had saved me from the rain, the reason I had once loved it so fiercely. But now? I hated it. Every drop reminded me of our past—of the hurt, the anger, and the longing that had never truly faded.

As I walked away, the rain pounded down harder, a bitter reminder of the love that had turned to pain, leaving me drenched in memories I could never escape.