It Might Be Okay
The service ended at around 4:00 pm. Men and women were leaving the large building, tears streaming down their cheeks. The only people left were Kyle's parents and Ike, Stan, Cartman, and me. Kyle's parents were cleaning, and sorting out the burial. Cartman was hanging around the snack bar, seemingly unfazed by our Jewish friend's death. I walked slowly to the large teenager, and stood beside him.
"What." Eric asked in a voice that seemed more like a statement.
"You okay?" I asked, trying to find the old Cartman behind his abnormally hard face.
"Yes. Please leave me alone, Kenny." He replied, and stuffed another finger sandwich into his mouth.
"You can talk to me anytime." Was my simple reply, and I looked around to find Stan. He was easy to find, his sniffles and cries could pierce the soul from a mile away. He hung his head over Kyle's closed, gold-and-red casket. My mind paced back and forth on whether I should talk to him or not. I decided to approach him. Stan was the kind of guy that needed to talk to people, and needed closer for his issues. Once I greeted him, his normally sparkling dark blue eyes were stained with red. His face resembled almost years of pure depression, but had only been crying for about three days. He rubbed his face before standing straight up and clearing his throat.
"It didn't look like him." He said after several deep breaths. I stood silently, letting him continue, "He didn't look real. He… he looked like wax. His eyelashes looked like they were threaded on. I- I can't believe he's gone."
"It'll be okay. Just believe he's in a better place."
"I can't, Kenny!" He snapped, and his face turned red with frustration, "You can't honestly believe that, dude. He's gone. He's not looking over us, he's not living an afterlife, he's not being re-born. He. Is. Dead. He's just gone." Stan closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his long, black hair.
"Sorry Stan, but that really sucks. I believe he's fine. He's not in pain here anymore. If you think about it, we're the ones in pain. I think he's up there in heaven right now laughing about how silly we're being. And he's remembering all the stupid things we did when we were kids, and he is probably wanting you to just be back t-to normal." I said, and an unexpected tear rolled from my right eye as I blinked.
We stood in silence. I looked at the floor, and Stan looked at me. Finally, warm arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tightly.
"You're a good friend," He murmured into my messy blond hair, "I love you, man."
"I love you, too." I replied into his brown coat. From there, I realized that Earth will not stop turning, and our lives will go on. Our friend is going to look after us in Heaven, keep us safe and help us with our mistakes in life. Kyle wasn't gone. He was there, closer than he was when he was alive. He was there, in our hearts, and will be forever and eternity.
A/N - Hello, my name is Taloe and this is my first Fanficton (: . Last year, my friend died, and I was looking at his funeral thingy and got inspired to write a story with my favorite show (South Park, obviously). Now, I want to get one thing clear: This wasn't intended to be homosexual, simply two friends. But if ya want it to be slash, you can think it that way ;) ! Feedback, good or bad, is welcome!