A/N Creneek. CraigxKennyxTweek my OTP :)
This is an introduction to a probably very long multi-chap with slow updates.
Thought I should warn you.
Ok so I'm only doing this once this story;
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T FUCKING OWN SOUTH PARK. Sad but true.
...Enjoy!
Carry The Pieces
Prologue
"Happy Birthday, Tweek. December 29th. It's always cold on your birthday, but still I haul my ass out here. It's worth it."
A cold wind rustles the trees around me, the only sound that can be heard besides my steady breathing.
"I've made it pretty far in the business world I guess. Being a heartless asshole sure helps when the boss needs someone to fire people."
I chuckle a little. It's true. Twenty-eight years old and I make more then most people who have been working twice as long as I have in the business.
"Nothing much has changed this year. I'm living alone. I'm always alone. You know I would be lying if I said it was because I travel so much. You'd know I travel because I'm alone, not the other way around. You would know, if you were here that is."
I feel tears sting my eyes. I'd blame it on the wind, but I know I'm just flat out crying. There's no point denying it.
"Hey," I wipe the tears cascading down my cheeks with my snow covered jacket sleeve. "A guy can cry twice a year can't he? Anyway I just wanted to say… I love you, Tweek. And I miss you. I fucking miss you. I miss you, and I miss Kenny soooo fucking much."
I feel my legs turn limp and I unintentionally fall to my keens in the snow. I don't hold a single tear back as I cry into my black leather clad hands for what feels like hours.
"Happy Birthday Tweek." I announce as I stand to leave after a years worth of tears have shed. I turn from the gravestone reluctantly and head back to my black Porche that waits for me just outside the cemetery.
It's funny. Even after death, the loves of my life are still the only ones who can make me feel anything but numb.