THE SOUND went unheard in a room raucous with music and laughter. The figure that had been thrown off the deck arched up, up, and out into the air before beginning his rapid spiral downward. Arms and legs flailed wildly, grasping outward for something to stop his flight. Alex could feel his mouth opening, could hear, in her mind, his futile screams for help, help, help…. The figure slammed into the awning over the second floor deck and bounced off, arching up again before he made his final descent. The arms and legs no longer flailed. In her mind, Alex heard the awful thud when the figure slammed into the ground. Then he lay still, arms and legs sprawled awkwardly. People who had been walking across campus began running toward the unmoving figure. Alex, so ill she could barely stand, sagged against the window. “Someone,” she whispered, “someone was thrown off the tower.” No one heard her. She took a deep, cleansing breath and whirled away from the window. No one was paying any attention.
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