He couldn't move. You're dead! YOU'RE DEAD! His voice screamed in his head. "K…Kyle?" he asked to the figure, weakly. Kyle's figure looked at him; he smiled weakly, as if smiling through pain. Cartman's shaky hand moved the bedcovers down his body, luckily for him; he wore a shirt and bottoms for bed. "But… that's not… possible… is it?" Kyle's cold lifeless eyes just stared at him, blankly. Cartman could take no more. "Dammit Kyle! Answer me you fucking stupid Jew!" Kyle looked away, sadly. "But… you're the one who… wants to talk to me…" he said simply. Cartman gasped. "You… I… I didn't…" Now was his chance, and Cartman was too stubborn to even say what he wanted to Kyle. He looked at the sheets on the bed. "I…" he breathed in deeply. "I miss you, Jew." He said quietly. Kyle turned and looked at him. "What?" he asked. "I miss you, and… I…" Cartman's eyes were welling with tears by now. He was losing grip. He felt Kyle's hand on his. It was warm. "Eric… Cartman… I came back, because I didn't get to say goodbye, or the chance to tell you-"
"I love you Kyle!" Cartman blurted out before Kyle said any more. They both looked at each other stunned. "You… you do? When you were saying all that earlier, in your diary, everything I thought…"
"You look at my diary?" Cartman said in disbelief. Kyle laughed slightly. "Well, you left it open earlier, when you were asleep, and it was on your bed, I'm sorry dude." Kyle looked ashamed. Cartman pulled Kyle into a hug. "It's okay… you know at least. And, after all… at least I get to say goodbye." His tears ran down the ghostly Kyle's back. His clothes smelled the same they always had, when he was alive at least. That aftershave, or deodorant, Cartman wasn't sure which, but the musky smell of comfort and belonging. "Cartman… I… I can't stay. I only came back to stop the nightmare's and… to let you say goodbye, and tell me what you needed to." Cartman held him closer, never wanting to let go. "But will I ever see you again?" he asked quietly. Kyle giggled. "As long as I'm in your heart I'll never leave you dude." They had to stop hugging. Kyle was fading, back to where he had to go. "Kyle wait, but what if…" Cartman never got to finish the question. He found his lips in direct contact with Kyle's. He put his arms around his friend yet again, enduring every last second he could spare. They pulled back eventually, and Cartman stared at Kyle, and his fierce blue eyes, as Kyle stared into the beautiful hazel colour that was Cartman's eyes. "I'll never leave you Cartman." He said, as he disappeared into the darkness. Cartman felt heavy. Sleep beckoned him to her domain, and he slept easy that night. He played with Kyle in his dreams, where he was happy.
He woke the next day, wondering if he had dreamed it all. He rubbed his eyes, still feeling groggy, and looked around. His diary sat closed at the foot of his bed. Maybe the quilt did it during the night? He sighed. "If only I had a sign"… He trailed off as he sat up and stared at the duvet in front of him. A silver feather, with ginger bits highlighting the ends of it, lay on his bed, where Kyle had been. He laughed to himself. "I'll never forget you Broflovski." He whispered as he kissed the feather and placed it under his pillow, and went back to sleep.
You only get one chance to say goodbye. Luckily for Eric, he got two.