Goodbye, My Lover

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle and/or Stan. Luckily for Matt and Trey, they do. Face facts, gentlemen! Oh yeah, and James Blunt and his record label own the lyrics

Summary: Darkfic. Vignette. One-shot. Lots of Angst. Stan/Kyle songfic.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?

I should have known better. I should have known much goddamn better. There was no way that this could happen. Look at what had happened to Garrison. He'd had his balls cut off, lost every lover that crossed his path, until he'd finally just hanged himself three years ago. All because no one in South Park wanted to have anything to do with a fag, much less accept a relationship between two.

Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?

It was very quiet in the house. I've always been the last one asleep. It hadn't helped, really, that my friends had always seemed to concoct schemes that required him to be up this late. Or, recently, that he'd been here until early in the morning.

'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,

I'd probably loved him the first time I layed eyes upon him. Of course, I was way to young to know what it meant. We'd been so close growing up, and I don't know how many times he saved me from some horrible fate or another. I think I stopped counting after 27.

Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

The first time we kissed was pretty much by accident. Cartman had gone off in support of gay-bashing and was spouting tons of anti-homosexual rhetoric that sounded like it came right off The O'Reilly Factor's "Talking Points." He'd finally had enough of it, and got up to leave with me. As we turned to go, I opened my mouth to tell him what a bigoted lard-ass he was, and his lips met mine. Kenny fainted. Cartman screamed in terror. We both fled the cafeteria.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.

It escalated quickly. Within a week, we'd slept together. We didn't waste time defining tops or bottoms, we just went where our hearts and our hormones took us. Any spare moment was spent searching for a secluded spot. By now, Kenny was averaging a heart attack a day. He couldn't take it, poor kid.

Took your soul out into the night.

We made our commitment to our relationship on the hill outside town, under the stars one beautiful, yet frigid, night. We were convinced that there would be nothing stopping us, and eventually everyone would accept that the two most elegible boys in the South Park School District were no longer elegible, and had become bois.

It may be over but it won't stop there,

When his dad was killed in the accident, he shut me out. I couldn't even get him to look my way for about a week, and the one time he did, it was to spout another "Talking Point" that his being gay-worse, his being gay with ME-was responsible for God killing his dad.

I am here for you if you'd only care.

We haven't made love in over a month. He's close to sinking back into the Goth crowd. The moodiness. The depression. No humor left in his utterly ravagable body. Even Kenny's suggestion to the two of us that he just needs a hell of a fuck did nothing to bring out even a small grin. He actually came close to choking Kenny to death. After dying so many times, apparently he'd missed a memo.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.

I had been completely commited to my promise to love him forever. He would be my other half. There would be a new meaning to the BFF acronym on the necklaces we wore.

You changed my life and all my goals.

I was almost ready to announce our love to the world. I'd been planning. It would have had to have been at a party, with plenty of hard liquor readily available. Small, but lavish. Exactly how we would've come out was something I was still working on. Though it probably wouldn't have been best to just pull back a curtain to reveal us going at it, I didn't want to be anti-climactic and just passionately kiss him in front of everybody. That struck me as too Godfather-esque.

And love is blind and that I knew when,

He told me that he wanted to be alone. Then he didn't even want to talk. No replys to my Instant messages, my text messages, my voice mails, my 'snail-mail' letters, my e-mails, notes in his locker, his gym locker, on his desk...he'd shut me out. He was blaming me-us-for his dad's death.

My heart was blinded by you.

He was my everything. He was my only. He will be my only. My first and only. God I love him.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.

Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

My Best Friend Forever. My Boi Friend(yeah, totally not cliché and stereotypist) Forever. My Alpha and my Omega. The light of my life.


Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm going to miss you. I hope where I'm going I can find relief from you. I hope you miss me. I hope you miss me good, you son of a bitch(no offense, if your mom finds this). Who knows. Maybe we'll see each other again.


I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be

I know I will. Then again, I'll have a lot longer than you to dwell on it. If I can do anything of the sort where I go, of course. I might not be able to, and Kenny's not the best source of information on this.

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.

Metaphorically, of course.

I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

So I won't. You'll see me when you get home from the funeral, I guess. Why your dad wanted to be buried in South Dakota I have no fucking idea. Must be all the rocks.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Goodbye, Stan Marsh. Thank Jehovah your stupid sister still has these pain pills for any problems with her headgear.


And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow

Especially once I lose what's left of my shredded, tattered heart and soul.

Yours forever,

Love,

Kyle Broflovski

A/N: My first work in a while. It's what I get from reading way too much good Stan/Kyle. Read/Review. It's that time of year again, I have cookies!