this is right. I can feel it this time.
last time was a fluke, a mistake. None of that should have happened.
this is the only thing that matters now.
Kyle held on to the chubby boys hand and they pranced their feet down the street. Merrily going about their daily business. The Broflovski boy never thought he could feel this way. So carefree. So together. So, perfect. Forgetting that things never proceeded any further with his titled "Super Best Friend". Like he thought, it was a mistake. Anything he felt for that boy was just all the feelings he was meant to share with Eric and only Eric.
But as they glided down the sidewalk, freeing their worries. The blue hatted boy appeared, of course. Kyle wanted a nice day around the town. But, he wasn't going to let it be ruined by this. Stan shuffled by only stalling to create eye contact for a solid second before breaking free and keeping his head low.
Why is he so distant?
It's just because he can't accept me.
Looking back at Cartman's face he tried to forget the tension in Stan's eyes as they met his. Kyle's stomach fluttered. It made his head swell. He replayed just those eyes, those eyes. The eyes. His eyes. The deep blue eyes he gazed into everyday. The times he would just lose himself in them on purpose, just for the rush. These thoughts. Why are they back? Filling his head with these nauseous memories.
That boy was gone now. He left Kyle. He left him the dark.
Even in the dark the boy could hear his friend calling. Calling him back. Back from the hole he had yet to realize he dug himself into.
What is he doing with Eric? Why did he think this was right?