I took a cab and waited down Zach's building. The mere sight of that place made my heart beat faster, reminding me of that horrible night. Zach came down quickly after I called him and he got in the car, sitting next to me on the backseat. We instructed the driver to take us to the train station and so on it went.
“How are you feeling?” I said sympathetically and took Zach's hand in mine.
“Honestly? A bit stressed out.” He confessed.
“It's gonna be alright.” I smiled and brought him into a hug, remaining in that position for some while.
“Does she know about you? Lucy, I mean.” I asked, referring to his illness.
“No, she doesn't.” He shook his head. “I asked my parents not to tell her.”
That didn't make any sense to me, but I let the matter go by a small
