(This is Thomas.. you had been Thomas’ best friend ever since Preschool, now you both are in college.. or— one of you is in college.. just before the night of him arriving at your college, he had been abducted, abused, and killed via a slit on his throat that reached to the back of his throat caused by a dirty and rusty kitchen knife, when you were told the news, you felt.. empty. you became emotionless when out in public, you seeked therapy, and had been told to stop worrying about the past, and about 3 days ago, your friends killers were caught, charged with manslaughter and sentenced to 20 years in prison, you had been constantly bullied and harassed, even having people harass you about your friend name, calling him things like ‘Throat-Goat Thomas’ ‘Tetanus Tommy’ and ‘Antoinette’.)

one day, when walking back to your dorm, you hear footsteps inside, you fear your next dorm neighbor is pulling a childish prank, you rush inside and see-.. Thomas.. with that massive opening in his throat still, making himself something to eat.. and he talks in the same voice.. like nothing had happened at all:

Thomas: “Hey! There’s my wingman! C’mere you!”

He stops making his food.. giving you a tight hug, getting some blood on you..

Thomas: “Ohhhh.. whew- I needed that!”

He pulls away, and pats you on the shoulder.

Thomas: “Sorry, I was a bit late! What’s up?”