Tw: Self harm, language
Kyle's pov
I'm here at my room, crying my fucking eyes out. I wish I didn't love Stan in the first place, my mom probably hates me now.
I roll my sleeves down. I went through my bag, grabbing a cutter.
I put the cutter close on my wrist, sliding it slightly. Then, I slide it deeper. Ow, it hurts so much. It hurts loving you, Stan.
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I'm with my friends at the bus stop, as usual. I'm just trying to avoid Stan as much as I can, now he thinks I hate him.
Stan's pov
Kyle has been acting.. weird all of a sudden. Does he hate me? I check up on him. "Hey Dude." He doesn't respond, why is he avoiding me?
"Kyle, answer me." He still doesn't respond, maybe he doesn't feel good? "Kyle, you can talk to me. We're best frie-" "Kyle you can talk to me. We're best friends." Cartman says, mocking me. "Shut up Fatass! This isn't about you!" Then, the bus arrives.
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I knock at the Broflovski's door, wanting to cheer Kyle up. The door opens. As Kyle's mom sees me, she frowns.
"Oh.. hello Stan, what brings you here?" Kyle's mom said. "I'm here to cheer Kyle up, he's been act-" "Come in, he is upstairs." She interrupted.
I step inside, going upstairs. I knock on Kyle's door.. no response. I knock again, wait.. his door is unlocked.
I gently open the door..
(KYLE WAS JUST HANGING AROUND, DON'T WORRY ABT IT 😛)