Title: No. 22: Time
Summary: Kenny thinks on the past, present and future. Kenny death.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin.
Warning: Slash and suicide
Notes: This was written before the theme was picked, so it may not relate well. And yes, I know it's over-emotional, depressed drivel that makes no sense. I don't like it much... It seems like it's out of nowhere, and goes nowhere.

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No. 22: Time

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Only two events ever crossed Kenneth McCormick's mind when he woke in the morning. Two times in his life that he held high in his daily ritual.

When he woke in the morning, he would head to the roof of his apartment building to reminisce, holding a mug of coffee in one hand, a cigarette to his mouth with the other.

Only those two times in his life, both infamous in their own way, ever affected his life.The one thing that ever broke his ritual was needing to restock, moving the sad ritual to a later time of the day.

All he ever did was think back to those times...

There was a time when Leopold had thought the world of him. There was a time when they had been in love. A time where it seemed nothing could go wrong.


"I love you, Kenny," He confessed, blushing shyly.

Kenny hugged him close, tightly as if he never wanted to let go and kissed him with all the love and affection he had. "I love you too, Leo." He never felt it was right to call him by the childish nick-name of Butters. They had both outgrown it, and it held too many bad memories.

There was also a time of great sadness, he reminded himself. Despite the love in his heart, there was a time of infidelity.

"K-Kenny?" He heard his broken voice from the living room of his apartment. The Tall brunette pressed against the wall looked at him in confusion and he simply kissed her to shut her up.

"Kenny?" He heard again, closer, and suddenly there was no time to come to his senses. There was crying, and screaming, then the door slammed. He was left alone and numb, unsure of what had come over him.

Now is a time to end things, Kenny told himself, toes slowly inching off the roof. He looked down. Yes, now was the time. He held one foot over, as if he could step away. "I love you Leo," He whispered before letting himself fall, closing his eyes as the pavement neared.

It was a time of ending. Followed by morning. A morning that brought rebirth. A morning that reminded him, he was running low on cigarettes. Maybe tomorrow he'd shop, today though, he needed ending.

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Ta-da. Are you crying now? No happy ending today.

The End.