Unbeknownst to your rapist, I love you (part 1)

A woolgatherer boy, yea, I thought that name seemed flawless to me. One might indeed say so. However, that was absolutely correct. Here in my town (I lived in the outskirts of a city) it happened a lot that a boy slept and sat in silent mode, and wrote with a stick "I didn't have a job". One day, when I sat in my backyard, I saw a girl walk across to me, a petite girl with a dark-blue ribbon upon her head. Wow, I loved her manner of walking - really cute. She was neatly dressed. overall. Okay, I didn't want to let her walk out on me, so I haphazardly walked and tried to talk to her.

"Hey, would you mind talking with me?"
"Mm, actually...I mind, but what can I do for you?"
"Emmph.... You know...... I.......!?"
"Yes?"
"I............ I........"
"Yes?"
"I HAVE TO GO TO TOILET RIGHT NOW, SORRY!"
"Hah?"

SHAME ON ME! Really nervous, I was biting my fingertips every time I saw her baby face. In the next day, I saw her vehemently walking like a horse for its knight.

"Hey, going somewhere?"
"Hi sleazy boy! Sorry I've got to tell you that I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment!"
"What? Hey, look! I would be grateful if I may have a few minutes of your time, please!
"Hospital can't wait any longer for me!"
"Are you sick?"
"Reach me at 12 0'clock in the middle of night, when the moonlight sets generally, at the Victoria bridge! I'll tell you what actually happened to me!"
"Wait... hey you wait up! I don't even know your name yet!"
"I'll talk to you soon!"

She seemed like a slacker girl, hmm that's probably because she felt burdened about something that didn't know. I was wondering what actually she did at the hospital that day.

[Good beginning]