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By Dead Kenny )

CHAPTER 2

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS.

Darla - I'm glad you enjoyed the fic. It was my intention to make it simple and sweet. Your review came up twice for some reason, though. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the feedback and it probably wasn't your fault (I've had computer problems that caused that with me before) but I just thought I'd bring it to your attention, if you didn't already know.

Fuzzy21 - Here's more mild Stan/Kyle action. Also some angst. I hope you enjoy it.

SP Princess - Thanks for the kind comment, and let me tell you that I have every intention of keeping this going as long as people keep reviewing it.

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Dreamcatcher-022 - Sorry that you didn't get more enjoyment out of it, but at least you still liked it. And you're right, it was kinda pointless… that was the point. Maybe you'll like this chapter better.

Leela's Tears - LOL. I felt all warm and cozy writing it. Ha ha ha.

DISCLAIMER: Stan and Kyle aren't mine. Neither is Kyle's Mom. The song is called "Tear Away" and it is the property of Drowning Pool as well as Wind-Up Records.

A/N: This chapter takes place Three weeks after the first one. It will have mild language, more mild slash, and some angst. It is from Stan's POV. It has a (at least, I think it does) little more of a plot, and is a nice setup for the next chapter.

BUT ONLY IF PEOPLE KEEP REVIEWING THIS!!

Ahem On with the update!

Life sucks.

It wasn't fair, breaking up like that. It wasn't right, and it wasn't fair. It should have never even happened this way. But it did.

I'm tearing away.
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay.
You run away.
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away.
Break.
Hope there's a reason.

That mom of his. I don't agree with Cartman, I don't always think that she's a bitch, but right now, I hate her. I hate her like I've never hated anything in my life. If she hadn't looked out the porch window and seen that brief little kiss Kyle gave me the other night before I went home…

She freaked out. And that had upset Kyle.

It had unnerved him enough to promptly end our relationship.

For questions unanswered I just don't see everything.
Yes I'm inside you.
Tell me how does it feel to feel like shit.
Just like I do.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone.

I had stared at him, asking why, and Kyle had told me. His mom had literally jumped down his throat about what she had seen on the porch.

I pleaded, in a shaken, emotion-filled, voice, with Kyle not to end it. That we could talk to her. That we could convince her how much in love we were.

Do I really want this?
Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go.
Can you believe it.
Everything happens for reasons I just don't know.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone or anything but me.
Damn I love me.

But Kyle, obviously trying to fight away his tears, had only answered that he couldn't face her. That it would do no good. Then he had turned away without hesitation and left, leaving me standing there on the sidewalk. Leaving me to weep in misery.

Kyle had cried too.

I know he did.

I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone or anything.

I don't care about anyone else but me.

I sigh as I look out the window at the distant mountain peaks, which seem to be made out of gold, the splash of the suns' descending rays illuminating it, drenching it in beautiful shades of yellow and orange. Normally, I'd be astounded by it, but right now I just didn't care.

Turning away from my window, I flop down onto my back on the bed, ignoring the protesting hinges beneath me, and stared at the ceiling, thoughts of eternal loneliness and self-obsessed misery plaguing me. Haunting my thoughts.

Alone in my room, memories of all the happy times Kyle and I had had since we had met for the very first time, up to our union, and then after that, our breakup, I just face the wall.

I don't move for the next two hours. I just lay there and cry.

I don't care about anyone.

Sorry to leave it at that, but I will continue the story AS LONG AS PEOPLE KEEP READING AND REVIEWING IT!! No point in updating it if there's no feedback, so get hopping, my faithful readers.

I look forward to the feedback, and, like I already said, FLAMES ARE WELCOME.