The Echoes of the rain.

📖 Chapter 5: The Book That Waited.

The rain had stopped hours ago, but inside her mind, the storm still echoed.

Ruelle jolted awake, heart pounding, her breath caught between reality and the dream she had just escaped.

No... not escaped. It lingered. As if the dream refused to fade.

She sat up slowly, the air around her heavy.

What had she just seen?

There was a girl — she was running in the rain, chased by shadows.

There were whispers, betrayal, eyes watching from behind a mask.

And then… there was a book.

Old. Bound in dark leather. Etched with strange gold lines that shimmered.

It was open. Pages turning on their own.

Words forming…

"You were not meant to survive."

"The reason of this is your own trust "

You need to not trust to your close one .Isn't

Ruelle's chest tightened.

That dream didn't feel like a dream. It felt like… a memory.

Her phone ring .There's Eivan messages .

"Good morning! Hope so u slept very well"

She didn't reply yet.

She lost in her own world.

Enna called her.Ruelle get up and ready quickly we need to go store.

Ruelle replied' yes' I'm coming .

The rest of the morning passed in a blur.

She couldn't shake the feeling — that book, those words, that night.

Something inside her whispered: Find it.

By late afternoon, she was standing inside the bookstore.

It felt colder than usual.

Or maybe it was just her.

Enna wasn't around yet. The silence helped.

Ruelle walked slowly, scanning the shelves. Fiction. Poetry. Antique.

Her fingers traced book spines absently, but her mind was hunting.

Not for a title — she didn't know it —

But for a feeling. The one she had in her dream.

She searched every section, growing restless.

And then, in a shadowed corner of the antique section… she saw it.

Her breath hitched.

There it was.

The same cover. Same gold lines. Same weight as in the dream.

She didn't think — just grabbed it and opened the first page.

The letters were faded, but still readable.

> "A name forgotten.

A soul reborn.

But stories never die."

She kept reading.

Each page… more unsettling.

It spoke of a girl with two lives. Of a betrayal that stole everything.

Of a night soaked in rain and lies.

And of a death no one remembered — except the soul that returned.

The deeper she went, the more she felt herself sinking.

Her hands trembled. Her eyes stung.

The book was telling her story.

Not this life… but something before.

The Book seems familiar to her and her life.

One thing was missing.

Causes!

The last page fluttered by itself.

Blank. Except for one line:

> "The one you trusted most is the one who watched you fall."

She shut the book, a cold dread filling her chest.

She had trusted someone.

Loved someone.

And they had killed her.

But who?

Outside, the sky was dark again.

Inside, Ruelle held the book close.

And whispered,

"Why did you wait for me?"

To be continued....