Zoren
Mike's facial expressions turn into sadness. I could see that he was sad because of the words he was hearing from me. I felt bad because I didn't want him to feel sad for me. I feel good and I am better. I want him to know that that's why I smiled at him. I took the ballpen to my table and wrote something down on the paper I had on top of my office table.
"What's that?" he asked me. He was confused because out of nowhere I was writing. I chuckled and shrugged. He was looking at me very seriously and he did not look away. He was waiting for an answer to his question. I moved my head up to see him. I tried to fake a smile at him, I was happy because I could feel his sincerity and he was worriedly smiling a bit at me.
"Zayn might have already told them about me. My parents probabl
