Title: Barefoot
Author: Rib
Summary: This soul is-These soles are useless without you.
Rating: T
Pairings: KennyKyle
Disclaimer: Nope.
Notes: Say Anything's 'A Walk Through Hell.' Let's do this thing. (I'm supposed to be writing about migration of people. Oh well.)
(1, 2, 3-)
(You lay, near-motionless. There was seaweed and little fish caught in your fiery curls. The moonbeams danced on your skin. Your eyes like emeralds were closed, and that's a shame, because they would've look gorgeous against your pale skin and your background, then. It's dark, but you're glowing. The water rocked you gently, caressing you-the way I wish I could've.
I should've been there. I could've swam, walked-ran. Just to get to you. And I'd have held you in my arms. And I would've kissed you, and given you every breath I'd had left, to calm your swelling chest. And you wouldn't have to return them to me.
I can only imagine what they'd done to you, and I wish so fucking much I couldn't. You were so pure. And they stained you. They dissected your innocence. You couldn't help it. It was all them. Their lies were venom. They polluted your veins with all kinds of shit. And for what? Nothing. You couldn't have saved yourself. And I'm sorry I couldn't. But I will.)
I pulled away from the events. Stan's a wreck. And Cartman's a wreck. They must've thought I was asshole, leaving early. But I had work to do. So I left the cheap-ass flowers to your corpse. I knew this was going to work. I knew I could bring you back. I headed out.
You're so far away. So I walked and jumped and ran to where you lay. They have some pretty fucked up things there. But I didn't care. I grabbed it by its mouth-no matter that it's fangs were halfway-through my arm. I ripped that fucker up 'cause I remembered that your eyes needed opening. Its blood and mine was all over my Sunday's best. I smiled at you. I held out my arms. And you're there, suddenly, and I knew I had got to get you warm again. I whispered to you. I whispered, and you cried in my arms. Kyle. I love you, Kyle. No matter what they called you. Ilove you.
I carried you because you're still too fragile. My body ached, but I didn't care. In case you don't know, you're the only thing worth caring about ever. They can send me to the depths of the abyss or whatever crap they want.
"But you're going to stay safe, I promise. I mean it. I don't and won't ever lie, like they did."
(And I know it's the coming back's always the hard part. So whirlwinds and earthquakes and tsunamis and thousands of fires won't stop me. You won't notice me screaming. I won't let you. You go ahead and sleep in my arms. )
I keep going. I keep going, because you're still not saved. And not once do I doubt that I will bring you back.
(We're home.)
You're at my side. And that's all I want. So what if I'm in pieces and I just might die again? You're at my side, so I can rest.
Yyyyeaahhhh. So.
Uhm. Migration it is. :(
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