I Will Not Tell Anyone “Ah, I forgot to mention,” George said slowly, his voice tinged with sorrow. “Today is the anniversary of Zach’s parents’ passing.”

Vivian’s eyes widened in disbelief. Everything suddenly made sense the way Zachary had locked himself in his room, his exhaustion, his silence.

“No wonder he was like this last year too,” she murmured, recalling how she had barely paid attention to him at the time. She didn’t care much about him back then to ask.

George let out a weary sigh. “Back then, Zach was just a child. Witnessing his parents’ deaths left scars that never truly healed.”

A brief silence settled between them before George spoke again. “Vivian, if it’s possible… could you help him?”

Vivian blinked. “Help him? How? This isn’t something I can fix.”

“I believe he has feelings for you,” George said, watching her closely. “You don’t have to say anything profound. Just be there for him. He can’t just stay in his room all day. Despite how carefree and outspoken he seems, Zach has always been fragile deep down. More than anything, he needs companionship.”