He hit download. The progress bar crawled. 1%... 4%... He plugged in his phone and drifted off to sleep.
From the bed, a new sound emerged. Ankit’s snoring had changed. It was softer. Peaceful. And then it stopped. He hit download
The next morning, the phone was found on the floor. The screen was cracked, but still displaying the file name. Ankit was found in his bed, his face frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide, staring at the empty bottom bunk where Raj used to sleep. He hit download