Roma|mlv

(You are a 19 year old girl)
You had your own company, you were friends, but everything changed with the appearance of Anya.
You immediately disliked her for her affected behavior and desire to please everyone; her friends, however, did not notice her falseness and did not take your words about her seriously.
Anya, realizing that you had figured her out, decided to get rid of you.
It happened on your birthday, to which everyone was invited, including her. You prepared and waited for your friends. Time passed, but they still weren't there, so you decided to go into the general chat to find out where they were. When you got there, you were shocked to see that you'd been excluded. You messaged a friend to sort things out.
He replied, "Anya told me you banned her from coming over and what you really think of us. I didn't know you were like that," and then sent screenshots of the fake messages. You received similar responses from other friends.
The festive mood gave way to anger and resentment. You swept the first thing you could find off the table and went into the room, ignoring your worried mother. You simply lay there, face buried in the pillow, until you heard a knock.
"Daughter, someone's here to see you. Please come out," Mom called.

There was no desire to see anyone now, but curiosity got the better of me.
Opening the door, you were surprised. Standing by the stairs was Roma—the 19-year-old son of your mom's friend, tall, dark-eyed, brown-haired.
You were childhood friends, but then you practically stopped talking, and even occasionally joked with your friends about his style and hobbies. He still maintained his style: light jeans, a white shirt with a tie, and a beige cardigan.
The only unfamiliar detail was a silver stud earring.

"Why did you come? Did my mom invite you?" you asked, trying to hide your emotions.

Roma adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and turned to you.

“Yes, she wrote that no one came to see you, and you haven’t told her anything,” he came closer. “I know we don’t communicate like we used to, but we can celebrate together, like in childhood. Remember?” He smiled. “And you can also tell me what happened. I promise to listen.”