Hey everyone! My god, how long has it been since I posted anything here? After over three months of absence, I have finally managed to post something! Anyways, with this one-shot, it is in Kyle's point of view. Please enjoy it and remember to review. As always, the things in italics are flashbacks. Also, as a side note, the next chapter fic that I do may not be in this section. So if I don't post for a while, that is why. I just had to post something here because all you guys and gals that read and review my work deserve something so much more than what I am giving you. So please enjoy this and hopefully I will return to this section soon.

A Leap of Faith

I glanced around the place where my life turned so suddenly and unexpectedly upside-down. Staring down from the balcony of my apartment, I still couldn't believe he left me.

For the past few months, Kenny and I (I'm Kyle; just to let you know) had been living together on a fifth floor apartment room in South Park. It had been the happiest relationship I had ever found myself in.

Sure Stan was a star athlete and a caring person, but I soon discovered that when I was with him, he always found his mind retracing its steps back to Wendy. I knew Stan wanted me to be happy, but if he couldn't be happy with me as well, then I didn't want him. So I turned to Kenny.

It didn't happen overnight. I spent countless hours crying over my decision to let Stan go because we were so close. Then one night, I was caught by the most unlikely person.

Four Months Earlier

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Frantically brushing tears from my eyes, I hurriedly rushed to the door and looked through the peephole of my apartment. On the other side of the door, Kenny stood in his orange parka. I chuckled to myself as I thought how silly a twenty-three year old man looked in an orange parka such as that. It didn't cover his face like it used to, so you can read his expressions much more clearly.

"Hey Kenny." I said weakly as I opened my door and Kenny let himself in. I caught him studying my room as he glanced around the walls and furniture (what little I had). I had the urge to ask him what he wanted, but I repressed it and waited until his inspection had completed.

"So Kenny," I attempted cheerfully, "what brings you here?"

"I'm worried about you." Kenny said surprisingly serious and with a hint of nervousness. "Ever since Stan left you, I haven't received any calls from you. Nor have I seen you since. What have you been doing?"

I glanced around my apartment that was littered with pictures of me and my friends on the wall. From the beginning, I had confided in Kenny and he was actually the first to know that I liked other guys, in that way. Kenny had helped me get to Stan with my secret and Stan, being the Super Best Friend that he was, accepted it cheerfully and shockingly asked me out.

"I've been busy." I obviously lied because Kenny saw right through it.

"Kyle, I know that's not true." This should not have surprised me, but for some reason I found myself at a loss for words and only returned his petrifying gaze. "This isn't my first visit here after your breakup with Stan. I stopped outside of your door many times and heard you crying."

That's what it was. He knew about my longing for Stan's return even though I knew and didn't want it to happen. Tears returned to the lids of my already red eyes and spilled their way down my cheek. "I miss him Kenny! I miss him so much!"

Before I knew what was going on, Kenny embraced me in his arms as I sobbed on his shoulder. The world seemed to be spinning faster and faster as my heart poured everything I ever thought of Stan out my mouth between sobs. The salty taste of the tears singed my tongue and soaked Kenny's parka, but he did not push me away. He just clung to me tighter as ever.

Then, when I had regained composure, I was the one who pushed away, not Kenny. "Thank you for coming Kenny. I'm glad to have you as a friend."

"Hey no problem. What are friends for?" Kenny replied happily, his expression brightening into a smile. "Say, after work tomorrow, did you want to go out to a movie? I'm thinking of going to the new Terrence and Phillip movie. That is of course, if you want to come?"

Not bothering with the tears of joy streaming down my face, I instantly replied, "Yes. I would like that very much."

"Alright. See you tomorrow." Kenny said as I followed him out the door, "Oh and Kyle," I perked my head to his voice from right outside the door, "If you still have it, I'd like you to wear that green ushanka of yours. For old' time sake."

I released a small chuckle and agreed to the terms. After our goodbyes, I allowed Kenny to leave and retired to my apartment. Pulling open a drawer next to my bed, I pulled out the old green hat that I had not worn for over ten years. I looked at myself today; a man in his early twenties working at some restaurant that no one ever ate at, and dating men. When did my life turn so astray? This is not what I had planned at all. I gave a small sarcastic laugh and tossed it on the bed.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Although we went to the movie, the plot was never known because it was at that moment that I discovered that Kenny had been after me all this time. We became a couple as soon as the opening credits began. It's a good thing that no one else was in the theater that time, or they may have gotten more than their money's worth.

I stared at the sunset from my balcony. It was the most beautiful sight to behold. I had had so many memories with Kenny that we never actually sat down and watched the sunset. Now, because of me, we never will. Because of me, Kenny left and he is never coming back. I peered over the wood railing and stared at the people below. Living their normal lives, I felt so jealous. How many of them had their heart broken in half twice?! How many of them were responsible for it?

Memories of that argument still haunted me, up to even now.

"How could you do this to me Kenny?!"

Kenny had met up with an old friend. Well, not necessarily and old friend, but an old acquaintance.

"Kyle, calm down! I can hang out with other people as well! I love you. You know that.

Butters, who had been out of town for a little over a year, had come back to South Park to begin his packing. He was one of the more fortunate people in South Park. Butters got really good at accounting in high school and found himself a job in Kansas. He had returned to South Park to say goodbye to his friends and family. Butters also had to pack his things because he wasn't coming back.

"If you love me, then why are you spending so much time with Butters?! What do you see in him?"

I found myself really jealous at how Kenny was preferencing Butters over me. I was so stupid to think it would have led anywhere. Yet that fear still clung to my heart like a leach and I tried to keep Kenny from seeing Butters.

"Kyle! STOP THIS NONSENSE! He's your friend to. Show him a little support."

But I couldn't. I was too selfish and wanted Kenny all to myself.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way Kyle. I really thought you were smarter than that. I thought we had a life together, but I was wrong."

That day, Kenny left me. He packed his things and left with Butters. The truth was and remained to this day, that Kenny still didn't have a job and Butters promised him one if he wanted to come along. So, Kenny left with Butters for Kansas. Though Butters never became involved with Kenny romantically, he still wrote me letters (even though I didn't respond). He thought that I would like to know how Kenny was doing. What was I thinking?!

Then one day, I received this letter from Butters:

Dear Kyle,

I hope you are having a good time in South Park. I miss my home very much and Kansas is very different from South Park. I am making lots of money and have enclosed a check for you since I know you aren't making much. Maybe, you can buy something nice with it.

I am writing you because I have some bad news. I would have called you, but I don't know your number and Kenny never told me. Last Saturday, Kenny got in a car accident. The doctors tried everything that they could to save him, but it was too late. He suffered a massive blow to the head and fractured ribs. Most of the bones in his body were broken and a piece of debris impaled his chest. There was nothing they could do.

Kyle, I'm so sorry. Even as I write this to you, I think of how Kenny used to always return after his death as if nothing had happened. Well, Kenny hasn't returned yet. And as you know, it's Friday. I don't think he will come back this time, but if he does, I will be sure to let you know. I will have some vacation time coming up soon and I will visit you. Please take care.

Sincerely;

Butters Stotch

Again, just like before, I cried. Harder than ever because it was ultimately my fault, but I now have figured out what I need to do to be happy.

My fingers clutched the wood and splinters dug into my skin as I peered over the railing of my balcony. My heart's pace quickened as I climbed up onto the top. Balancing myself on the balcony, I stood up with all my strength and courage. I had grabbed my ushanka from the drawer and placed it back on my head.

No one could save me now.

"Kenny, I'm coming."

And I jumped.

The End