I stared at the head-stone, read "Kenneth McCormick An em-dash—see? One In A Million". It was hard to believe those words would be right in front of me one day, Which I've totally had to be gotten used to by now, At age 19, since he'd always been dying, but he was more then a friend to me, like everyone else. (A/N: hint hint, Kyle/Kenny .)
I laughed away my tears, and pushed my auburn hair out of my pale face. I placed my hand my girl like wrist in my right pocket, the torn one, The one Kenny had torn. I felt a weight on my shoulder, it was a hand. As I turn my face to see who it was, I saw a full face, Cartman's face. He knew I've crying, He knew all my feelings, Since it was bursting out of my green, blood shot eyes. The fat boy was going to say what he normally says, I know it. But he knew he'd been half as confused as Craig (A/N: ^_^) about this whole mess, could Eric Theodore Cartman have empathy for me?
...Not if the world was ending right then and there.
So Cartman responded with this, "You, Jewface McGee, are a big fag"
Cartman pulled his glove-covered hand of my shoulder. I felt lower then low, I felt worse.
It was time to walk away, forget all what happened, but letting go is harder then you think, Letting go is something I cant handle doing, letting go isn't just letting go, Letting go is just forgetting your memories
Memories are meant to be forever, not forgotten