I watched as Kylecried into my pretty much ruined hat. The hat was was torn up and the puff ball was missing and there was a big gap in it, but I guess that's something you can expect when Al Gore/Manbearpig kills you. I wished I could do something I could do to help him, but thats the one thing you can't do while in heaven. I guess I should describe heaven now. Basically imagine infinite rolling fields that just seem to go on forever and ever, and then you can do anything you want just by thinking it up in your mind, which is how I was watching Kyle. Suddenly, I see Kyle pull out a rope. He stares at it for a second, and I hold my breath, knowing what he's thinking of doing. He then sighs and puts it back under his bed. I let me breath out, relieved. This is torture, watching as your friend spirals into depression.

I know, I know, still really short but better then last time right? Sorry if this is bad, this IS my first fan fic.

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