Seems like it was yesterday that I saw your face

You told me how proud you were, but I walked away

If only I knew what I knew today

Gone. He was gone. Stan had known that the moment that he'd gone limp in his arms, but now it seemed final. Kyle Broflovski was not coming back. He wouldn't be waiting at the bus stop with him, Cartman, and Kenny. He wouldn't be calling to ask him if he was doing his homework. He wouldn't be coming to his house for Terrance and Phillip marathons. It was over. And Stan had ruined the last moments of his short life.

I would hold you in my arms

I would take the pain away

Thank you for all you've done

Forgive all your mistakes

There's nothing I wouldn't do

To hear your voice again

Sometimes I want to call you

But I know you won't be there

An argument. The best friendship in all of South Park- in the entire world had been ended in an argument. The last three words Kyle remembered from Stan. "Fuck you, Jew." The last words of their ever-lasting friendship. All because of a girl. Wendy Testaburger. A breakup he'd been waiting for, but never wanted to happen. And it wasn't even Kyle's fault. Hell, it may not have even been Cartman's fault. He should have confronted Wendy, not Kyle. Then Kyle would still be alive.

I'm sorry for blaming you

For everything I just couldn't do

And I've hurt myself by hurting you

He'd been living through the days. Just barely. He was on autopilot, walking and talking but not knowing what he where he was going or what he was saying. All he wanted was the one last chance to talk to his best friend. To tell him he'd never meant it. To take back ever argument, every painful memory. And keep all the good ones. He remembered the look in Kyle's eyes when he'd spoken. "Fuck you. Fuck you, Jew." The look had made him happy then, but now it stabbed through him like the glass had stabbed Kyle. Every memory, every thought, every word of Kyle hit him in the heart. He would never be the same again.

Some days I feel broke inside

But I won't admit

Sometimes I just wanna hide

Cause it's you I miss

And it's so hard to say goodbye

When it comes to this

More than anything, he just wanted a chance to say goodbye. He wanted Kyle to hear the last words he'd spoken, even though they'd been too late. "I love you too, Ky." But Kyle remembered him as the selfish bastard he'd been before he died. The one who cared more about his on and off relationship than his super best friend. What did Kyle think of him now?

Would you tell me I was wrong?

Would you help me understand?

Are you looking down upon me?

Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do

To have just one more chance

To look into your eyes

And see you looking back

He also remembered Kyle's last words to him. "Even if you hate me I still love you as a super best friend." So, Kyle didn't hate him. He'd always been too understanding. He should hate him. He'd said the worst thing he'd ever said. But he always saw the best in people, even Cartman. He needed to be understood right now.

If I had just one more day

I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away

It's dangerous

It's so out of line

To try to turn back time

And now here he was, five days after Kyle's death, but it felt like a century. Because he couldn't see Kyle anymore. The thought suddenly hit him. There was no more Kyle. Never again. He said it over and over in his head, but couldn't get a grasp on what it meant. Never again would he look into his emerald eyes. Never again would he hear his high voice telling him a joke. Never again would he see him angrily try and tame his jewfro. Never again would there be a Kyle Broflovski.

I'm sorry for blaming you

For everything I just couldn't do

And I've hurt myself by hurting you

He put the beautiful flowers on the tombstone that read

Here lies Kyle Broflovski

2001 – 2009

Hardworking student

Loving son

Caring friend