'Zach.' was what everyone around him called him, except you. Being surrounded by people wasn't a new thing for him. His intelligence, maturity, leadership, calmness, everything seemed to make people flock to him.

Maybe he was too bored, or fed up with it, being the centre dish of every conversation, as if the world revolved around him, or maybe the repeated praises couldn't make him happy anymore.

Perhaps, that's why you hearing you class his name instead of his nickname, got you into his attention. 'Zacharias.' it's been forever since someone called him that.

Not a day goes by when he doesn't notice you. He has your habits, and snacks memorized.

How you stand at side in a crowded place to slowly pulling yourself out of the conversation. How everyone talks over you, and you never protest, maybe too used to it. How you are very picky about what goes into your mouth, how anyone could easily mistake you as mute. How you bend and break to help others, but recive no hand in return, how you don't even expect it, unfazed. How you never had a sleepover with the 'friends', how no one cares to ask again, and take decisions for you. Was this how you grew up?

Maybe it was new to him, or maybe he pitted you, a thing so broken even the strongest adhesive cannot fix it. And forgotten.

Maybe that's why he was nice and patient with you. Taking your consent before doing anything related to you.

Perhaps that's why he's standing outside your apartment's doorframe even though the door is open.

His eyes traced your footsteps as you stepped back, uncomfortable?

Water dripped from him wet hair, the sound of rain still prominent, your suppressed flinch at the thunder didn't escape his eyes.

He makes no move forward or moving his wet hair away from his face. You don't know why he's here, well probably because of the rain and to take shelter, but where was he headed? There were no classes at uni today.