3 weeks later...

Kyle sat, staring blankly at nothing. Keeping his emotions in check at Stan's funeral was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. He almost lost it at the cemetery. He had to look away as they lowered the coffin in the freshly dug grave. The pain was still fresh. He was still grieving. It was a major struggle just to get out of bed and go to school every day, but he'd managed to do so up until this point. Now, he just didn't care anymore about anything. Not school, his family, friends. He didn't allow anyone to comfort him. He was afraid of what he might do to if they tried. He was afraid he'd lash out in anger or worse yet, physical violence. He was still so fucked up.

The cold glint of the gun seemed to mock Kyle. he picked it up, caressing it and relishing in its purpose. Still holding the gun, he went to the kitchen table to write his own suicide note:

The world is a bitter and cruel place, brought on by unnecessary pain and suffering.

In order to end one's nightmares, one must resort to self independence.

I consider myself independent. I do not rely on others to help me.

I have lost all desire and will to live.

The only desire I've ever longed for is gone from my life.

No longer can I sit by idly and watch my existence just float away.

I can't close the door to my pain.

With these last words, I hope to whoever is reading this can understand why I did this.

I did this because I love Stan. I always have and I always will.

So please, don't mourn my death. As hard as it may be to do so, instead celebrate it.

Celebrate the fact that I've found the one true love of my life again.

Celebrate the fact that I will no longer have to suffer pain and sadness.

Always remember that I love you and am truly sorry for what I have done.

Kyle

He placed the pen down on the table and picked the gun up again. No one in the world knew what Kyle Brovfloski was about to do. No one knew the sorrow he was feeling this very moment. No one could ever understand how he was feeling. No one knew that he'd lost the only boy he'd ever loved. He'd lost his best friend.

"Your dreams can finally come true, Stan." Kyle said, smiling through his tears. He lifted the gun to his head and pointed it directly at his skull. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger and suddenly, he was no longer. At last, the world could rest in peace. Stan and Kyle could finally be together, but will remain forever 16.