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There was once a boy named Bob. Quiet and sort of odd, he was always chewing on his hoodie strings and pretending life mattered. People sort of liked him, which was error number one.

Then appeared Tom.

Tom didn't smile. Tom didn't say much either. He just gazed, as if he already had an idea of what would happen in the end. And one time, he decided to craft his own ending.

Nobody knows why. Perhaps Bob cut in ahead of him in line for lunch. Perhaps he breathed too loudly. Perhaps Tom just wanted to know what silence would sound like if Bob were no longer around.

So one day one afternoon, in back of the gym in shadow, Bob vanished. Nobody noticed anything. Nobody spoke out. Just a lone hoodie string lying on the floor like some macabre little page marker.

They termed it an accident. They always do.

Now Tom just walks the corridors as if anything unusual didn't occur. Hood up, headphones on. Dead eyes. And whenever anyone opens a juice packet, he jumps just a little.

Because they remembered Bob. And they recall the silence that ensued...

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