Tears.

_Micini’s POV_

The professor was ripped away from me, his arms around me were replaced by familiar ones, Natalie holding me closer to her.

“You're okay now. You're okay." She tries to soothe me as she whispers reassuring words into my ears.

I looked at the person that pulled the professor away from me, finding a completely unfamiliar face staring at me.

His brown eyes held sympathy and pity as he held down the professor, clearly feeling sorry for me.

How was I so stupid? Trusting someone I just met.

My stomach churned and before I knew it I had doubled over, emptying my entire stomach contents at my feet.

“Are you okay?" The brown eyed guy asked concerned, reaching for me.

I instantly backed away to avoid his touch, staring at him with distrust and unhidden disgust.

“Don't touch me." I spat, still staring at his outstretched hands.

“Micini are you okay?" Natalia asks, her voice laced with concern as she wipes my mouth with her cloth.

"I'm fine. I'm fine.” I gasped for breath as I tr