Play Crack the Sky
A South Park Fanfiction by DizzyAlice
Chapter One: (This is the End.)
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated anything in a while, I just have been having really awful writer's block as of late. I've lost pretty much all interest in TDAF so I'm putting it on indefinite hiatus (I may or may not pick it up again in the future). I'm hoping that this story will help me overcome my block.
There will be drama, there will be fluff, there will hopefully be a healthy dose of humor. Even though this first chapter is incredibly overdramatic and heavy, the whole story is not going to be like this. Trust me.
There will also be Style. And possibly Bunny. And potentially other pairings I haven't decided on yet.
And fifteen chapters - no more, no less. I plan on solidly sticking to this; I have a goal in mind and a vague but strengthening plan of getting there.
This is being based off a song with the same title as the story, Play Crack the Sky by Brand New.
I hope some of you will stick with me on my way, and enjoy the ride as much as I hope I will.
I own nothing.
I wish, I wish more than anything in the world I knew how we came to this.
No, that's a lie. I wish more than anything in the world I didn't have to do what I'm doing right now. But closely seconding that is my wish to know how we managed to fall this far.
Maybe that's one of my problems. I always want to know things. I want to know what's going on, what people are thinking while they're thinking it. I want to know all the mysteries of the universe and this want, this quest for knowledge, it's been making me ruin all the things I already know. It's never enough. I always want to know more.
He's staring at me with these broken eyes and it's killing me to know that I'm killing him. Through those broken eyes I can see his insides curling up and dying.
I never thought it would come to this. I never wanted it to come to this. We had been perfect, we climbed so high together. I thought we were above everything, above the world.
When you climb that high, it just hurts that much more when you inevitably fall.
"What are you saying."
His voice is flat, empty, hollow. He can't even garner the emotion to put a question mark at the end of his question. It's simply a statement, some inkling of a hope that he's misunderstood me.
I bite my lip because I know that even though I've already broken him, I now have to break that tiny shred of hope he's held onto as well.
If you love something, you're supposed to let it go. That's what I've heard.
But no one ever told me just how hard it would be to do that.
I'm trying so much to keep my eyes icy cold, to keep my expression carefully indifferent, despite the way my body is reeling on the inside. Every organ is protesting the words that next come out of my mouth – my brain is screaming, my heart is pounding, my stomach is clenching, my muscles are tensing.
My stomach suddenly convulses and I force back the reaction my body wants to take, vomiting instead the words.
"I don't love you anymore."
The words hit him like bullets, and he's gone. His soul has died.
I'm a murderer.
His guard is down now, he thinks I'm done. He's entirely unprepared for what I have to say next, and it pains me that much more because of it.
But it has to be done.
"I never really did."
That's really the final straw. His eyes are shining with saline waiting to spill over, his teeth are biting hard into his lip to prevent a sob I know is just waiting to come out. He doesn't want me to see him weak and he's trying so hard to hide it, trying so hard to stay strong until he can get away and out of sight, and in a way I respect him for that. I've always respected the control he has over his emotions and I realize it takes something incredibly strong to break that.
I never would've thought I would be the cause for his loss of control, however. I was usually the one comforting him in just such situations.
"Okay," he manages to choke out, sounding small and pained. "Okay." He says it again.
He turns. He walks away.
The hardest part of all is watching him leave and knowing I can't do a thing to stop it.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short =/ They'll be longer in the future, I promise.
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