The Girl In The Rain

The Girl In The Rain

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 12, 2017
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Mystery
"Oh come on, you must remember something" I joked, trying to be friendly, "What's your name?" She looked right into my eyes, emotionless. "I'm just the girl in the rain" Love kills. Jack was just on his way back from work when he found her at the edge of Kings Avenue on the 14th of December, little did he know that exact moment was where his life changed, changed forever. He took her home, gave her shelter, food, bought her new clothes, helped her start a new life. But there was one problem. She was emotionless. The girl couldn't feel any emotions, she was locked away from happiness, anger, guilt, even love. That was going to change. But the more she felt like a normal person, the more she felt people were watching her, following her, out to get her. "I have to face my fears" she said, putting on her red coat A romance novel of sacrifice, learning and mystery: how did she end up as the girl in the rain? !! follow the Instagram account @girlintherainbook for updates and sneak peaks !!
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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