'Why did I have to witness everything that happened tonight?' As he lay in his bed, his thoughts raced through his mind. 'I have an exam in the morning, and I know I'm not going to sleep tonight.'

He tried to close his eyes in the hopes of falling asleep, but every time he did, he was greeted by the girls' face and the sound of her voice calling his name, which he replayed in his head.

It was 12 o'clock in the evening, and it was raining heavily in May. A girl lay on the side of the road, drenched from the rain and with bruises covering her face. The girl grunted as she tried to stand on her own two feet, but she couldn't because her body was in so much pain. She was clenching her stomach to put pressure on her stab wound. She tried to stand up again but failed and fell to the ground once more. As the rain continued to fall heavily around her, her wound was oozing a lot of blood, which was dripping onto the road. She had given up hope and had simply let her body lie on the side of the road, waiting for the moment when her soul would leave her body. That was the first time she understood the true meaning of rain, which she had never experienced before.

'Is... is this the feeling of... happiness?' She was puzzled. Despite the fact that it was difficult for her, she managed to say something.

She closed her eyes slowly and simply let the rain fall on her face and all over her body. She is unconcerned about what will happen to her; all she wants is to rest in the midst of the downpours.

'I hope the rain doesn't stop,' she said almost in hushed tones.

The girl passed out while lying on the side of the road in the middle of the night, with no one around to call for help, not even a single soul.

Have you ever felt as if the rain was entering your heart while you were dancing beneath the drizzles? Did you feel anything different when a drop of rain fell on your cheeks, like a kiss from someone you care about? Tell me how you're feeling. What were your emotions like at the time? Because she'd never felt or experienced anything like that before.

The young boy with an umbrella noticed something on the side of the road from a distance while walking along the side of the road on his way home. It wasn't long before the rain started pouring again. He moved closer, double-checking the object he had just noticed. He knelt down and approached the object, noticing that it was a girl who had passed out.

'What happened to her?' mumbled he.

He noticed blood on the ground near where the girl was lying while checking on her. It combines with rainwater and runs down the road. It sounded as if it came from the girl's stomach. He took her pulse and discovered that it was not beating at all. He is unable to locate her pulse. He took out his cellphone, which he kept in his pocket. He dialed a phone number.

'Mama? Are you at home?' he asked over the phone.

'I desperately need your help. I'm standing on the small bridge, and a young lady is nearby.' 'I believe she is in pain.' His voice was a little too loud because the rain was still falling heavily.

'She's unconscious; I'm not sure why I couldn't find her pulse,' the boy says. 'Come on over here.'

He hung up the phone and slid his cellphone back into the pocket of his jeans. He tried again and again to find her pulse, but he was unsuccessful. In an attempt to stop the bleeding, he tossed the umbrella to the ground and applied pressure to her stomach. This was his situation until his mother arrived on the scene.

'What happened to her?' his mother, who was also holding an umbrella and appeared concerned, asked.

'I'm sorry, ma, but I'm not sure. I just happened to see her this way.'

'That's fine. Everything is fine.' I'll contact the barangay.' She hushed him and gently touched his son's cheek.

'Does she appear to be all right?' The youngster inquired. He looked down at his hands, which were stained with the girl's blood.

'She's fine, anak.' You only need to go home and change your clothes.'

'But, I'd like to stay here,' he said.

His mother is currently on the phone with the barangay. She was on the phone with someone when she told them what had happened. She spoke in hushed tones so her son wouldn't hear her.

'You're not supposed to see this,' said her mother to her son.

'Ma, I'm of legal age to be witness this crime,' he explained.

'This is not a crime scene,' said the mother. 'She simply passed out. Go... put on some new clothes,' insisted his mother.

The ambulance arrived on the scene a few minutes later. Another person approached the mother and inquired about the girl, while the others carefully carried her on stretchers.

When her mother wasn't looking at him, the boy moved closer to the ambulance while she spoke with barangay officials and checked on the girl's condition. The medics administer first aid to the young lady. The girl appeared to be extremely pale, with bruises and wounds all over her face. The young lady's clothes were stained with her own blood, particularly in the middle of her outfit. The boy appeared to be very concerned about the girl, who appeared to be dead.

'I hope she's okay,' he said quietly.

The boy crept closer to the medics while they were still administering first aid in order to get a better view of what was going on. The girl was carried to the ambulance on a stretcher and placed inside. As they passed in front of him, the boy's arm was suddenly grabbed. The girl took his arm and said,

'Nill... Nilliam,' she said with a hushed tone.

When the girl abruptly regained consciousness, the boy was taken aback. He gently placed his hand on her hands because they were so cold, and then he gently placed the girl's hand on the side of the stretcher so that the medics could continue to take her to the hospital right away.

When the ambulance began to drive, it was on its way to the hospital to save the girl's life. The young boy approached his mother and the barangay officers to inquire about the situation.

'Why are you still here? I told you had to go home," she told his son.

'I wanted to stay here, and I'm also waiting for you,' said the boy.

'But you're drenched. You'll catch a cold if you don't get some change.'

The boy agreed to comply with her mother's request and simply return home after appearing to be a little dissatisfied with her mother.

A second police vehicle arrived on the scene and spoke with his mother to gather information. The heavy rain had finally stopped, leaving only rainwater that had collected in pools on the road, allowing you to see your own reflection.

The night grew darker with each passing hour, and the boy went to bed, still thinking about what had happened that night. It wasn't the first time he'd witnessed something terrible or unusual for him, despite the fact that his mother had always avoided exposing him to this type of situation when he was younger, and even now that he's a little older. Despite his mother's overprotection, he is far too intelligent to confuse a crime with a normal faint.

'I'm not sure if I've ever seen her around here. But she doesn't look like anyone I've met before. When she touched my arm, I noticed a small butterfly tattoo on her left wrist, which I had never seen before.'

'But the first time I saw her face, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if I were carrying her wounds and bruises on my face and body as well,' he says. 'I was in a lot of pain in here while I was putting my hands on her stomach,' he said while pressing his stomach.

'But... I'm curious. What made her call my name?

That contained something that perplexed the boy in his mind. He needs to rest now because he has school the next day. The boy doesn't want to think about what happened tonight at the bridge because it causes him to overthink, which is bad because it causes his emotions to flow all over his body, and he knows what happens when that happens to his body, so he chooses not to think about it. He can't sleep and will spend the rest of the night thinking about the girl and what happened to them.