Okay, so this is inspired by the song Cubicles by My Chemical Romance. I own neither South Park nor My Chemical Romance. This actually started as concept art, I got bored in class so I started sketching Kenny on the back of my review packet, and it turned into a sketch of one part of this story, and I finally decided to sit down and actually write it. I might make a final copy of the picture and post it on deviantART eventually, so if you're interested keep watch on my profile so you'll know when it is put up. Yeah, so…

ON WITH THE STORY!

Kyle POV

It first happened with Stanley Marsh. He worked 2 cubicles down from me, though it was not a very important position in the office. The people in the position were replaced all of the time, usually not lasting for more than 2 months. Anyways, I ended up beginning to fall in love with him, or at least I thought it was love with him, but then he was fired.

I was alone.

But that wasn't even remotely terrible compared to the next. You see, it turns out Stan wasn't the one I loved, because later he was replaced by a man named Kenneth McCormick. Sitting in the cubicle 2 down from mine was a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed man. Every day he would come into the office wearing his orange jacket, taking it off and hanging it on the hook inside his cubicle. He'd then walk to the cafeteria, saying hello to as he passed by. He'd get 2 coffees, and walk to my cubicle, placing one on my desk and head back to his workspace, logging onto his computer and beginning to work.

Every day I'd send him love notes. He always knew when they were coming, because you could hear the tearing sound of the paper echo through the nearly silent office, drowning out the sound of the wind and rain outside, and the clicking of mouse and keyboards inside.

I'd write unique messages on each note. One day, early in the morning, before he had arrived, I'd scribbled the message: I'd photocopy all the things that we could be on the page and dropped it on his desk. When he did arrive, he skipped his routine and went straight to his boss' office. Much later, he emerged from the room with an expression of sorrow etched on his face. He went to his cubicle, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the building.

Worriedly, I ran to the window in time to see him walking away from the building.

He was fired.

I'm not sure why I was shocked. As I previously stated, the people in that position are fired all the time. I suppose I was just hoping it would be different this time. Maybe I'm destined to die alone.

That night, I got home and went straight to bed. I needed to get some sleep to get my mind off of things and to preserve my sanity. In my dream, we were in a park, dancing to nonexistent music through the many trees. Later in the dream we were on a beach, though the view was completely darkness.

When I woke up that morning I was completely drenched in sweat. I went to work, praying that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream, wishing that he would arrive, hang up his jacket, and walk by to say hello and to get coffee.

Sadly, his cubicle was empty save for the note I wrote him yesterday.

I'd photocopy all the things that we could be.

Maybe when they get his replacement, I'll move on.

Or maybe I'll be stuck spending my time with strangers, because sometime I think I'll die alone.

I think I'd love to die alone.