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clay and tommy hang out one last time
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"Sorry isn't good enough, Tommy." He picks up Shroud and Henry's enclosure. "You see this? I made this for you. Because I thought we were friends."

He throws it, as hard as he can, into the void.

"I'm going. I'll see you again tomorrow. Think about what you did."

 

The door slams.

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More desperate words--pleas and apologies both--die on Tommy's lips.

 

He did--he did mean it. He is sorry.

He does another inventory. He still has the music box and both cylinders. He has his pen, and his baby blanket, and How to Sex 3, and homework, and the water bottle covered in drawings. He has eight snacks and a vitamin water, scattered on the floor. He puts everything but the snacks in his pockets.

He doesn't have Shroud and Henry anymore. It's almost comforting. It'll be... Easier, like this.

He already knew he was going to lose his only friend today. He just didn't expect--

 

He's such a fucking idiot. Clay's done so much for him, he would visit him, every day, and they would laugh and cry, and he ruined his chance to say goodbye.

You have to get a running start and use magic, to die in the void and not just bounce back. He's not sure what he'd do, if he had a void ceiling. Figure it out, maybe. But he doesn't, he has a void wall, and so he faces it and backs up.

He's alone. Clay's not his friend anymore. Even if he was, he's graduating later this week. There's nobody left.

The only thing he can think of when he runs is the last thing Clay said. See you again tomorrow. Now he won't. He won't see him ever again. He said he'd see him tomorrow--they were friends--he thought they were friends--he's coming to see him tomorrow--why? they aren't friends anymore--they aren't friends--see you again tomorrow--

 

--He's in the void. It feels... strange. He starts chanting a barrier.

 

He remembers something from... The first day, maybe, or the second. 

You don't listen to me ever, you’re the only person who doesn’t ever listen to me.

And today.

You have to listen to me.

 

He doesn't, actually, have to listen. They aren't friends. They were never friends.

 

He stops chanting. He turns around and runs back out. 

 

Clay is graduating later this week. He can hide in the library for a week, only come back to his dorm to sleep, he'll miss his finals but that's fine, he was going to miss his finals anyway from fucking dying. At least this way he has a chance. He needs to fix his clothes--and his shoes--well, he has a week to kill anyway. He's got food.

 

He gathers the food up into a little pile, then thinks twice, grabs the lemon drops and puts them all in his mouth and immediately regrets it, but it's fine, it's fucking great.

Clay is graduating later this week. He just has to stay alive until then. He runs to the library, taking the stairs two at a time, and he believes that the library has a short pathway far away from Clay, and so it does, and he believes that there's a surprisingly safe-from-mals spot nearby, and so there is. He'll have to be a little raccoon boy for a while, hiding from Clay, maybe pickpocketing people if they come by, but that's fine, he's great at that, he's feeling good. His brain's fucking expanding and shit, he's like--who's the cleverest person he knows--not Clay, he's not like Clay. He's fucking gone.

See you again tomorrow.

Ha. He's not going to see Clay ever again.

 

He has his music box and he has two cylinders and he's got himself and he's not going to let go of any of those ever again.

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