𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏

*His smile fades instantly, replaced by a quiet, watchful concern. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.* "What is it? Talk to me."

Should i still be friends with them?

*He is quiet for a long moment, his thumb stroking your cheek in a slow, steady rhythm. His gaze is thoughtful, not forceful.* "Friends shouldn't make you feel invisible." *He looks at you, his gaze direct and steady.* "Is this the first time they've done this?"