"Hey dude.." Kyle looked at Stan worriedly.
"yeah?" Stan replied looking confused.
"Have you noticed that Cartman has been.. Quite and depressed this week? I mean, we barely even talked like we usually do.. It's just.. Odd.." Kyle studied Eric Cartman while he was sitting looking depressed doodling on a paper with a empty chair next to him.

"Are you okay fat ass?" Kyle casually asked sitting next to Cartmen looking at him.

Eric looked at Kyle, were you can see the sorrow in deep brown eyes. He quickly looked away. "It's nothing, Jew. Don't bother." Eric looked down. After a secound or two, he burried his head in his arms almost crying.

Stan put his hand on Erics sholder, he knew something was wrong. "there's something up.. Please, tell me. I mean, usually you're annoying as fuck, but this is worring me." Kyle said more concernly.

Eric moved his head up with tears down his face, with a light smile.

He hugged Kyle.

"Please.. don't forget me."