AN:
I do not own South Park; Craig or Kyle.
I just own the idea and the feelings put into it.
oh and this story 8D.
Just Say Goodbye
Kyle watched from afar like he always did. His eyes hurt and wide, though he refrained from letting them show so vulnerably; just only to the people who would care enough to notice.
He got himself into the mess he was buried knee-deep in, so surely it wouldn't be too hard to get out of it. Right? But then again, every time he walked closer to the opportunity to destroy the hurt and humiliation he suffered, he backed away and told himself another time would be the right time.
But the right time will always be postponed and he would sit back and hurt himself. Emotionally, mentally .. physically. All for the attention he lacked from that boy across the room.
That boy in his tux, blue button up shirt and tie, with his arms around the insanely twitching boy - who seemed relatively calm in his arms. A pang of jealousy shot through Kyle and he let his arms fall beside him.
He could walk away.. he could say goodbye and stop himself from hurting each time he watched. Each time they talked about the same boy and his lover. He could step back and feel the freedom he wanted.
But he couldn't at the same time. Because he wanted to hope. He needed to hope. He should of said his feelings - and at the same time have said none. He should have told the boy how he felt - and at the same time kept his mouth shut. The ifs and buts confused Kyle each day and night, depriving him of sleep and concentration.
But only one person could help.
And he was standing over there, dancing.. with the love of his life.