I just had a weird erge to write about thiso after watching the southpark episode guitar queer-o...

Disclaimer: I do not own southpark, legend of zelda, or yugioh, this was simply written by a fan of all of them.

I sat on the couch with my hands planted in my face, wiping the tears away.

I sniffled as I sat there as tears streamed down my face, I was so tired after days without sleep, thinking about him.

My consciousness slipped away, And my emotions overtook any rational thoughts I had left .

I remembered the thoughts that burned at my tired heart, I remember the hours we spent playing videogames,

all the time we wasted doing nothing but entertaining ourselves with shadow puppets on the wall late into the night until one of us fell asleep.

The times I spent sitting there for hours watching his pencil dance across his sketchbook as his tongue slightly stuck out of his mouth cutely.

The times he would spend watching me curse as my fingers quickly and violently smashed down upon the buttons of my controller.

I remembered the time I got drunk at a friends party and began acting stupid, I remember him coming in and dragging my sorry-ass out, and me swinging around to punch him in the face.

He just stared at me as blood trickled down the corn the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head and pulled me away as he muttered something about me acting like an idiot.

I cursed him most of the way until I threw up when we were almost home.

He helped me to the bathroom and held my hair back as I threw up any contents of my stomach left.

I remember him helping me to the couch because it was closer and grabbing a trashcan.

I remember him combing his fingers through my messy blonde hair as I violently sobbed.

The bitch had broken me and tore me apart.

He stared into my eyes and sighed...he seemed upset.

Although he was the one who pissed me off in the first place.

He was the one who said "I told you so" when she broke my heart.

I always thought the bitch acted a little strange, but I didn't think much of it.

The bitch had lost my trust and my love.

that bitch wasn't worth it...but he was...

He was the one who comforted me as I sobbed in his arms.

He had warned me about her...and here he was, holding me tight and telling me it was going to be okay.

I was tired of being the strong one, of being the shoulder everybody cried on.

I wanted to be the one who cried...and...he let me...

He stayed with me the whole night.

I awoke to him still holding me tenderly.

I sniffled as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I cried in my sleep as the dream stabbed at my emotions, pulling at my last stings of sanity.

I wanted him back.

I never wanted him to leave me.

My sobs subsided as I felt gentle arms wrap around me.

My puffy, red eyes fluttered open as he looked away, a pout on his face as he pulled me closer into his warm embrace.

I smiled faintly as I placed my head on his chest.

He faintly smiled as he looked down at me and I closed my eyes.

I couldn't live without him.

And he knew it.

Alright I know I need to post the new chapter of found...finals just ended so I can get right on it.

-RED