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It's been six months since Craig started wearing the Buddha box to school. Tweek didn't even know if they were still dating, since all his text got either left on delivered or read. Tweek stopped trying to talk to Craig. If he wasn't going to listen, he wasn't going to talk. Tweem started hanging out with Kenny more since Craig started ignoring him, occasionally talking to Clyde, Tolkien, and Jimmy. That's how Tweek thought he was going to spend the rest of the school year being ignored by his boyfriend, now don't get him wrong, Kenny was a wonderful person an even better friend, but he just wanted things to go back to normal. Back to when his boyfriend would talk  to him.

What made the situation even worse is that everytime Kenny tried to talk to Craig, he answered him back, after seeing that he gave up all hope to get his Craig back.

That day was going as every other one did for the past six months. The school bell rung, signaling school had ended. Craig got a text earlier in the day from his mom saying she had to go to work and couldn't give him a ride home. Kenny caught up with Tweek and started talking to him as Craig walked in front of them. Everything was fine until Craig stepped out into the street while a car was speeding down the street. Tweek noticed and quickly ran to him and pushed him out of the way, yelling Craig's name as he did so. "What the fuck Twe-" Craig said after he hit the ground, lifting the box until he heard the sicking thud of Tweek getting hit by the car. "Tweek!" He screamed, everyone around them stopped, the driver pulled over and stopped, checking to see if he was okay, while Kenny and multiple other people call for help. All other sounds were drowned out as Craig held Tweek's body. "No Tweek, I'm sorry I started wearing that stupid box, I'm sorry." He kept repeating until the paramedics pulled off Tweek.

"Died on impact." One of the paramedics said into his walkie talkie, as Craig whole world came crashing down, crying harder from the three words, mumbling how it was all his fault, while Kenny, Jimmy, Tolkien, and Clyde came to comfort him.

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