Wendy Testaburger was a 16 year old girl, with raven black hair, beautifully exaggerated features, and a face that looked like it had been kissed by an angel. In fifth grade, right before being pulled out of school due to the education she needed and wasn't receiving, she broke up with her boyfriend Stan Marsh: for good. She hadn't seen him, or anyone else besides her best friend Bebe, in the longest time, considering she only went out occasionally.

But this Mountain town was small, so it was assumed she would run into him again someday. So one day, while out shopping with her mother, Wendy wandered off into the pet shop. She liked looking at the bunnies and little puppies, and sometimes being able to pet them. It was fun.

What she hadn't expected was running into Stan.

It was like faith. At the same time, both of them reached down, to stroke a bunny softly. Their fingertips brushed over each other, and a gasp escaped Wendy's mouth at the chill that ran through her skin. Goosebumps rose on her arm, and she quickly pulled away, as the guy started to apologize for shocking her. She looked up at him.

When their eyes locked, she froze. Suddenly her whole body couldn't move, she was lost in the icy blue eyes of her ex-boyfriend Stan.

She didn't know what to say, nothing would escape her mouth. She almost started to stutter like an idiot, but stopped herself (thankfully). He took away the awkwardness with one word, and a good natured smile; "Wendy."

Suddenly her breath came easily. It was weird how her world still tilted at the sight of him, how her breath was still taken away, how the whole world had stopped with the beating of her heart.

"Stan," she gasped. "It's great to see you again."

She pulled at her black locks, unable to pull away from those beautiful eyes. How had she never noticed before how beautiful they were?

He nodded. "Same to you." Suddenly, his grin widened, and he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her waist so tight that she couldn't catch her breath again—he had definitely gotten stronger over the years. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a heap of emotion lodging itself into her throat as she struggled to keep from sobbing.

"I've missed you," he whispered in her ear.

"I've missed you too."

The hug was short-lived, ending when Stan pulled away to look into her eyes again. For a moment, she felt like leaning in to kiss him, no matter how stupid it sounded.

But then, a girl appeared in Wendy's vision, wrapping her arms around Stan's neck and kissing him on the lips. Wendy had to bite her lip to keep a gasp or a sob from coming up. Red? One of her ex-friends? What was she doing here?

Wendy still couldn't believe the words, even as Stan said them; "Wendy, this is my girlfriend—Red. You know her."

Wendy's throat clogged, it was like the world had stopped right in front of her. Nothing mattered anymore, besides the fact that Stan's arm was around Red's waist—and not her own. Stan wasn't kissing her own lips, but was kissing Red's. Nothing seemed right with the world, it just didn't make sense. She couldn't say a word.

Stan said, "We got to go, Wendy. It was nice seeing you again."

And then they walked off, leaving the still-lovestruck Wendy behind.

And still…the world stood still

I couldn't move and all I could feel

Was this aching in my heart

Saying I loved him still.