Ayra’s POV
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I guess I’d be losing her afterall cause the last time I checked, I never get anything for myself—not love, not happiness, not peace.
I never had a father who looked at me without resentment. I got bullied in school for things I didn’t even understand—my name, my silence, my clothes. When I finally bagged a friend… I let my anger ruin it. And then there’s Leon. Leon Kael. The one person I let myself hope for.
I sighed, my gaze falling on Ava.
She stood there, poised and still.
I reached out slowly, my fingers curling gently around her hand. “Ava…”
She pulled back like my touch burned.
“I’m sorry, Miss Kessler,” her voice was quiet but firm. “This is against my rule of being your assistant. If you’ll excuse me.” She bowed, her tone cold.
I didn’t stop her.
Because
