True to yourself

As I look into his shining eyes under the moonlight, I come to notice one thing. There's so much depth inside his eyes like a well full of water. Somewhere down below is a little trapped frog that needs to escape the confines of the deep well and live in the outside world. I felt bad for him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He utters, using a softer voice. Something inside me wishes for him to use such a soft voice even while speaking to me. His voice held the smoothness and care that I did not understand before. A deep sigh leaves my lips, catching his attention yet again.

"Would you rather ruin relationships with your siblings or confront them and settle things maturely?" He asks me out of the blue. Leaving me puzzled at the query, I begin to wander my eyes around the room as he guesses right about me.

"You don't have a sibling." Stressing upon the word, he tries to provoke me.

"I don't. But I have quite a lot of friends."

"And none of them are going to help you escape from me." He says. Why wa