Kyle looked down, holding his phone, thinking rapidly.

Why was this happening?

Kenny was supposed to come back.

He said he would.

Did Kenny lie?

No, why would he lie about something like that.

"Kenny, please." Kyle choked. "You said you would come back.."

He looked down at the grave and scowled. What kind of sick game was Kenny playing?

"Kenny, answer me!" He yelled. Getting more frustrated by the minute.

There was no response, in fact the atmosphere almost felt frozen as if time had stopped all together. He could feel himself begin to shake, and he was losing control which was never a good thing for Kyle to do.

"Kenny god damnit you ANSWER me this instant, you fucking asshole! This isn't funny. This…this isn't funny Kenny! Kenny?

No answer.

He fell to his knees, breathing uncontrollably. Why would Kenny leave him like this? Saying he loved him, taking him, and telling him all of these lies and then vanishing as if nothing.

"Kenny… please.."

He clutched his phone and began to sob, leaning more and more onto the gravestone. The pain he felt in his chest was so unbearable and he was so angry at Kenny for doing this to him. Making him feel this needy and weak.

"It hurts Kenny! Is that what you want to hear? That you're making it fucking hurt? I'm dying Kenny, where are you…Kenny where the hell are you?"

He was screaming into the air, he probably looked crazy. But it hurt. It hurt so much to move, or to breathe, he didn't want to be alone.

But he was alone.

Kenny was gone.