MY WORLD - The one I hate the most

Petunia does not look up from her shoes as people pass her by. She tightly clutches the leather straps of her bag, eyes solemnly lowered. What was that back then? The look on his face couldn’t be compared to anything like surprise or fear, it was... horror. A look I've never seen before, much less on Eden. And not only that, Eden, he... Petunia's straight black bangs fall before her eyes, casting shade on them. She purses her rosy lips. He looked kind of scary. Lone steps echo from down the hall, and Petunia glances up. Eden, with his hands firmly clenched at his sides, raises his gaze and meets her eyes. Dark hair stuck wetly to his cheek.

“Um, hey, could we talk for a bit before you leave?” Petunia forces out, her voice more meek than usual. Eden averts his eyes from her neck and smiles coolly. His hands sink into his pockets.

“Sure. But mom will get worried if I take too long, though.”