Title: All Out of Love
Inspiration: All Out of Love by Air Supply
Words: 379
"Born from the chaos that drenches my world.
Never would have found you without
Suffering through the tangles of dark emptiness."
South Park the tiny mountain town was an ever-changing, entirely unpredictable mess of a place to live. At any given moment aliens could land, zombies could rise, talking towels could appear out of nowhere to offer you unwanted advice, a certain resident could die one day to be walking around perfectly healthy the next - and those were just a few examples.
But through everything, there was one constant, one thing that, minus a hiccup of time back when they were in elementary school, had never changed, and that was Stan and Wendy.
"Entwined like tentacles pulling ever closer
We lived as the eye of the storm,
Suffocating in each other's beauty."
From the moment she first said hi to him and Stan spewed a stream of vomit directly at her, he knew that Wendy was his forever. How had he known? She was the first girl to not instill cootie-fear in him, he wanted to be around here even though it caused his stomach so much grief, everything that she said was somehow exactly what he had been thinking, and the list went on…
Fifteen years, they had been together - through middle school, high school, and even college. Everyone else - even Kyle - had drifted in and out of Stan's life, sometimes disappearing for years at a time; Wendy lost touch with everyone except Bebe, and even those two only talked once at month at best. But the Marsh boy and the Testaburger girl never lost each other.
"But time is the cruelest lover
And lured me with its song, your song
And now my heart cries crimson."
The night of their fifteenth anniversary, Stan had been reaching into his pocket for a small box when Wendy broke up with him.
"I'm sliced to the core. Wounded by your
Betrayal I retreat to the darkness and
Razorblades pierce my skin."
He finishes reading, and looks up, brushing a lock of black hair out of his eyes. Slowly, each member of his tiny audience gives a small nod.
"It needs work," says the only female, raising a cigarette to her lips. "But it's a good start."