Amara Cross POVI wiped the tears clinging to my lashes. The moment I lifted my head, warm fingers gripped my wrist, brushing against me gently. A faint spark of warmth traveled beneath my skin, shy and teasing.“You’re pushing yourself too hard, little one… Ever since you switched your major, you’ve been like this. You’ve stayed here four nights in a row until eight in the evening.”Dorian said softly. My eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of misery, a sticky weight settling over my chest.“I’m not… really… If I could do more for my classmates, I would… but I… I’m never good at anything…”I whispered the last words quietly, bitterness lodged in my throat.Yet Mr. Dorian kept stroking my hand gently, as if brushing away the heaviness from my soul.“You are good at so much. Don’t underestimate yourself, little one.”I nodded, shy and quiet. But his tone suddenly sharpened, turning serious.“Come on, get the syringe.”I moved toward the equipment table, picked up a new syringe, and bega
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