Find Me in the Rain

Find Me in the Rain

  • WpView
    Reads 10
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 27, 2021
WpInfo
Fiction
Social Themes
"You really like the rain, huh? You must be a pluviophile." I turned my head in surprise as Athen gazed out the window for a moment, then turned to look at me. I gave him a small smile, then turned my head back to the window. "Yeah, I guess you could call me that." It always seemed like Elowen Beaumont was running to catch a train, but never quite making it. As time went on, each day began to seem like a repeat of the last, as if her life was stuck on an endless loop. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how to ask for help. Just as Elowen was about to give in to the rain that was pouring down on her, she met Athen Dubois. Would he be able to give her the advice she needs in order to save herself?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
  • Inspire: Book One (bxb) ✔️
  • The Vintage Style
  • My Wildest Dreams
  • Loveless
  • Fairy Tales Don't Exist
  • The Unnoticed, Noticed
  • 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 | メ
  • Better Kept Secret
  • Remind me to forget

Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purpose

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines