Home, Sweet Home

Suddenly, Hera's pace slowed down, and Eric looked at her questioningly. He followed her gaze and found Clara White speaking to a girl. She was standing in their way, and as soon as her eyes fell on Eric, she quickly tried to move away. In her haste, her foot faltered, and she fell, her books scattering on the ground. 

Hera rushed forward to offer help. It was more of a reflex. But soon froze on her spot and retracted her hand. Hera turned around to look at Eric. As she'd feared, she found him glaring at her with his jaw set in a hard line. His fingers tightened around the strap of Hera's backpack on his shoulder. He too was rooted in his tracks. Biting her lip nervously, Hera pleaded with her eyes. 

His chest would expand with every intake of breath, and Hera could tell how angry he was. Despite all that, Hera took her chance and decided to help her ex-best friend.