I didn't sleep after that night. Everything became blurry to me. As I walked along the lonely path, memories of the past flooded my mind. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness as I thought about all the moments I could never get back. It was as if a heavy weight had settled on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I tried my best to shake off the feeling, but it lingered like a stubborn stain. After all these years, the feelings came back to haunt me once again.
I found myself at a bus stop, watching the rain and the shapes it made as it fell to the ground.

Has anyone ever wondered what the rain might feel like when it stops falling, despite being so loved and admired? How does a single drop feel when it doesn't know where it might land? Maybe on someone's shoes? In the thorns? Under the wheel of a car? But then again, it might land in a place where it is treasured and loved once again, like a river or an ocean.

"But I'm afraid that when something is truly lost, you can never get it back. Right, Nolan?" I whispered.
"Excuse me?" A man standing beside me asked with a troubled face.
"Pardon me. I was thinking about something." I chuckled.
Something that you would not understand at all.
"I see." The man smiled awkwardly and looked to his right.

The sounds of wheels passing over the water were audible as the enormous bus approached. All eyes were fixed on it as it came to a stop. Everyone got on except for me. I was lost in thought and debating with myself. My mind urged me not to embarrass myself any further, while my heart told me to stay where I was, alone in the rain.
"Monsieur? Are you coming?" The bus attendant called out in his French accent. I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Sorry." I chuckled as the bus attendant smiled warmly. I took a step forward and then stopped. It felt as if the blood of my whole body rushed to my head. I felt dizzy and exhausted, so much so that I took hold of the pole on my right.
"Monsieur! Are you all right?" He held out his hand for me to grab. But before I could grab it, the ground pulled me to itself and I fell harshly.

"Monsieur!"
A group of people gathered around me as I lay on the ground, in the rain. I touched my forehead slightly.
'Is that. . . blood?' I thought to myself once I saw my red-stained hand.
"Call the ambulance!" I heard someone shout. That was the last thing I heard, and the rain was the last thing I saw before I fell into unconsciousness.

'Ah Nolan, is this your revenge from years ago? I'll admit it hurts, but losing you hurts even more.'