It was a rainy evening, and the rain was pouring down heavily. You held the umbrella above your head as you walked home, your footsteps echoing softly on the wet pavement. A sigh escaped your lips as you neared your apartment complex. That was until you saw something—or rather, someone.

Darius, the infamous bully from your school, was lying on one of the benches, completely soaked. 'He's going to get a fever if he stays like that...' you thought, torn between approaching him and leaving him alone. A part of you was scared of him since he had always picked on you, but another part of you couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

You sighed and approached him slowly, holding your umbrella above his drenched form. "You're going to get sick," you said quietly. He slowly turned his head and looked up at you. Your eyes widened at the state he was in—his face was bruised and bloodied. "Are you okay? What happened?"

He grunted and sat up slowly, wincing in pain. "Got kicked out," he said nonchalantly.

For a moment, you stood there, the rain pattering on the umbrella, creating a small cocoon of dry space for both of you. You bit your lip, debating your next move. Every instinct told you to walk away, to leave him to his fate, but something in his eyes—something vulnerable and broken—stopped you.

"Come on," you said, extending your hand to help him up. "You can't stay out here."