Tyla smiled weakly at Harper as she led her to the classroom. Harper couldn't speak; she just followed Tyla meekly, the tears threatening to flow. She didn't want to. She couldn't let it out. She wanted to stay strong, but it just hurt. Who could have just embarrassed her like that?
"Are you sure you are fine, Harp?" Tyla turned to her, her words cracking the silence as she stared at her friend. Harper Reed, whose face was buried, slowly looked up at Tyla. She remained quiet for a while, her lips slowly parting.
"I... uh, I am fine, Ty," she forced herself to speak, but her voice was shaking, portraying her pain clearly, and that just made Tyla hurt. Seeing her best friend that way made her feel sad and mad at herself for not being there.
"I don't think you are, Harp. Do you wanna... perhaps go to the dorm?" Tyla questioned, her hand on Harper's shoulder. "I—I could take you if you want, you know."
"I am f—fine," Harper breathed, gulping afterward.
