Hi! This my first history about South Park. Well… I livein another countryso myEnglishisbad. So Ihope this does notinterfere with thereading.

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My angel

I love see your eyes, before green and bright, now faded and pathetic, with eyelids gently clenched, a look unattractive. But I love it, since we were kids, always carried a curiosity about your eyes when we grew up, I discovered that this curiosity is love.

I love see this drop red that slips your creamy skin -as delicate as porcelain- until you reach your chin and dripping, smearing even more your orange coat now mixed in red leaving it an unknown color.

I love see your green ushanka, you are lovely with it. Slowly I pick up -it is on your side- and put in your head. I take my orange hoodie exposing my blonde and rebel hairs I don't care about this now, I just want to have a clear view of you, since it will be the last.

My look turns away from your face, your eyes, your hair -although they could pass for silk- your lips -that preserve the softness of the cotton that has never been touched.

Now I focus in your body.

Even if you are a teenage boy of thirteen the puberty seems not to have modeled your body very well, you have a slim and delicate body you hasn't grown much too. Your smile emphasizes your face, was sweet and bright -you will always took good care of your teeth-. I have always thought if you knew you had that perfect body.

You was the beauty embodied; You was the poetry in motion.

Now that you're here -quiet- on a massive blood pool, I follow thinking you is and always will be the most beautiful boy that I've ever met.

How could you force me to it?

How could you force me to cause you the pain that I swore which I would never cause?

I was not to be your psychopath but your hero.

The guilt was yours, my angel; the guild was yours. You should never have kissed Stan, my Kyle, should never have confessed your love for him, if you not tell him this, nothing like that would be happening.

Now look away to my hand holding a sharp and stained knife with blood, your blood.

Now I approach your body and kneel beside you with my free hand I touch your face very carefully, because I could not bear cause you more pain.

Your eyes are targeted in me -although I know is just useless organs- I feel guilty, but I shouldn't feel this 'cause it is your fault; it's your fault.

Now his parents have noticed that you have not yet came back to home - they will probably searching for you- and will not take long to find you. I can almost hear the cry of despair of your mother; the tears of pain from Stan because he lost you forever, this is so good.

I give a sarcastic laugh.

I would love to stay, but I cannot wait anymore. I want to join you in death.

With a new rush of adrenaline, I sank the knife in my chest. A twinge of pain that I feel is terrible, but now, only now, everything will be fine. I hope you get to heaven, little Jew -as Cartman calls you- and I? I'll disappear in the darkness. Our story is single as Romeo and Juliet, your theater piece favorite, right Kyle?

I feel my soul leave my body, I can finally be with you.

Forever.

I love you, my Jew; my little boy; my angel.