A/N: so it's been a looooong time. I've not been on fanfiction in over a year I think. I'm going to try and come back. I have a couple of fics that need updating, and I have the sequel to 'The Best Joke' to write.
But for now here's just a mini one shot inspired by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus – Face Down.
Disclaimer: I own Kyle. Well, a talking plushie Kyle. Which means I don't really own Kyle. I wish I did though. South Park belongs to the awesome Matt Stone and Trey Parker. And Face Down is a great song by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
Sorry Is Never Enough.
Do you feel like a man as you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
XxX
"Kahl?"
Green eyes slowly opened. The small face, framed with red curls, winced. Eric could already see the forming colours of what would soon be an impressive bruise.
"Kahl, I'm sorry." They were empty words now, meaningless.
"I know," Kyle answered, pushing himself up. His skinny back pressed against the cold wall behind him, and long fingers brushed ever so gently against his bruised cheek. Eric's eyes softened and he crouched beside the smaller man. Kyle looked so vulnerable, so delicate. It broke Eric's heart. "I'm leaving."
Eric blinked, unsure whether he had imagined Kyle's words or not. After a moment he realized he had not. Kyle had spoken. Kyle had said he was leaving.
"Leaving?" Eric repeated blankly.
"I'm moving in with Stan."
Eric felt anger build up inside him. The type that he had experienced only moments before. The type that had made him strike out; made him hurt Kyle.
"Are you fucking him?" Eric demanded. He had always suspected something was going on between the 'super best friends'. Kyle let out a dry, humourless laugh.
"Stan is engaged to Wendy, fat ass."
"So? Kahl, I'm seriously. You're screwing him aren't you?"
"Fuck off Cartman! Like Hell am I! Stan's my best friend, idiot!"
"And what am I?" Eric wanted to know.
"You..." Kyle paused, unsure of what to say. He closed his eyes again, ignoring the pain. "You are a mistake."
Eric felt as if Kyle had violently ripped his heart from his chest. He blinked. A mistake?
"..."
"I'm leaving," Kyle repeated. With only a slight struggle, he managed to climb to his feet.
"Well screw you, Jew!" They were stupid words. He should be begging the Jew to stay, apologizing over and over. The image of Stan flashed through his mind, stopping what he should do. Even if they weren't fucking, Eric knew he would always come second best to Stan. Second best would never be good enough.
Kyle walked over to the door. As his hand reached for the handle, he paused. Kyle did not turn around when he spoke.
"I've learnt something today. I can't sit around hoping that you will change. I'll just get hurt again. And I'm not talking about bruises-" he turned around and held a hand over his heart. "In here, I'll get hurt in here."
"Kahl..."
"No Cartman. No excuses, no apologise, no going back. I've had enough. Goodbye." And Kyle walked out the door, leaving Eric standing alone in the big, empty house made for two.
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Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end. As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.