🥀Between Us: Rain

Intro The rain fell in cold, heavy drops from the lead-gray sky, mixing with the blood that spread across the asphalt, darkening the fabric of her dress. He knelt in the street, his face turned upward—as if accusing the heavens. In his arms, she lay—lifeless, still warm with the fading echo of a life he should have saved. His hands trembled. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was soft. Her lips, slightly parted, as if she might speak—as if there were still time. But that was the last lie. “I am a god,” he thought, staring at the peace on her face, so at odds with her brutal end. “Born of storm, light, and time—yet I could not protect her.” He was too late. Again. What was eternity worth, if it could not stop death? If divine power shattered against human fragility? His blood boiled, demanded meaning—but her eyes remained closed. And in that moment, he would’ve given up immortality, just to stay with her. Years later. Rain fell again—cool, salt-scented. She pulled her coat tight and stepped toward the cliff’s edge. The sea village below was rough and quiet. A place to start over. Then she heard it: a low, thunderous engine. She turned. A black motorcycle faced her, its headlight cutting through the rain. On it sat a man—black hair soaked, golden eyes locked on her like a memory found. Tattoos covered his forearms—marks of love and grief. Her. A shiver ran through her—heat and chill, recognition. Her heart knew him before her mind could. She blinked. Then smiled. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to. “It’s you again.” She returned in every life. And in every one, he lost her. But not this time. He swore it. Even as fate watched. And remembered.