Kyle had always been scared of the dark. It was an irrational fear, he didn't know why he was, but no matter how illogical, he still feared darkness more than anything else. It had been the same since he was Ike's age, as soon as the sun went down he was filled with unease and all he did was curl up in bed, wishing that there was someone there to comfort him. But tonight, he had to put his fears behind him. Kyle shook as he stepped cautiously out of bed and tiptoed across the room, listening out for any sound of his mother waking up. Silently, he lifted the latch of the window, raised it and clambered through, dropping onto the garage roof. He still couldn't believe he was doing this. Surely everything was okay and he was just worrying for nothing. But what if something bad had happened. He had to find out.
The moon was merely a slither, casting only a dim light over the snow covered alley that ran along the back of the boys' houses. There used to be a street lamp, illuminating the path beautifully, but Cartman had smashed it one day when he was in a mood and it had never been replaced. It seemed as if Cartman had been getting annoyed a lot recently, taking it out on Kyle most of the time. It was always his fault, always something to do with him, even if he had nothing to do with it. It was pissing him off. Sometimes, Kyle just wanted to punch Cartman so bad, but he held it back, not wanting to stoop as low as him. He was keeping his dignity…
The snow was falling quickly and Kyle shivered, his feet covered only by his thin slippers and his face stinging in the biting wind. Passing Stan's house, he saw his bedroom light lit and a shadow moving slowly behind it. Kyle would have bet all his money on the fact that Wendy was in there with him. That was all Stan seemed to do these days, spend all his time with Wendy and think about nothing else. When Kyle was the one who needed him; Kyle, his best friend since forever, who had always been there for him. Now it meant nothing, that friendship that had nearly been something more, but that seemed to be nothing to Stan, just memories that could be forgotten in the blink of an eye. Kyle had tried so hard, even after it was clearly too late, but Stan was too obsessed, as he had always been, with that one girl. That bitch. She had to go and ruin it all.
It had always seemed as if it would never change. Those childhood days that now seemed so long ago, when the boys were just young, playing together with no worries in the world. They had been through so much, trials and tribulations, but through it all, they had always stuck together. It had been hard and there were times that they had all wanted just to give up, go their separate ways, but they stuck with it. Even though Cartman had annoyed him, Kyle still put up with him. Even though Stan had sometimes ignored him, Kyle put up with him. After all, they were friends. And that was what friends did.
Kyle thought back to 4th grade and prayed so much that things had stayed that way. But things had to change. And they had. Cartman and Kyle never spoke anymore, even looking each other in the eye was beyond them, keeping their distance and never acknowledging the other's presence. Nothing had physically had happened between them, no big fight or argument over something, but inside it had changed and Kyle knew it could never go back to the way it was before. To when they fought, but never really fought. Argued, but never really argued. It was always just a joke. And sometimes, they even got on with each other…
But losing Stan hurt him the most. Cartman was one of Kyle's greatest friends, but Stan was like a brother that had been separated at birth. They had done everything together, from their first day of elementary school to the very end of fourth grade. They were a team, fighting together, supporting each other, a pair greater than any that ever had existed or ever would.
Wendy had ruined it all. And as he stood there, a hatred boiled up in Kyle greater than any anger he had ever felt before, pure disgust directed straight at that bitch who had taken his best friend from him. It had been her aim all along, from that first day that she had met Stan at Stark's Pond and now she'd finally done it.
Loneliness filled Kyle as he stood there, shivering from the cold, fear and anger, threatening to overwhelm him. But however bad it became, no matter what else God threw at him, there was always one person that would still be there. It was only once all else had gone, once Kyle reached his lowest point, that this guardian angel appeared and saved him. He had been blind all along, not realising that amongst all those abandoning him, all those who didn't care for him, there was still one true friend. One friend who always cared. One friend who would stay with him, until the end of time.
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