AN: Hey There! This is my first fan fiction I've written, so I really hope you like it. The pairing is Style (Stan x Kyle) from South Park. I do not own South Park (unfortunately) and all rights for the characters go to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Criticism and reviews would be much appreciated! Enjoy! -RedPoofballHat
Always There
Wow.
I can't believe it's been an entire year.
Exactly one year ago today was the day that I died, and on this day I'm allowed to come back.
You see, on the anniversary of their death, ghosts with unfinished business, aka ghosts like me, get to come back to the world of the living.
Ghosts with unfinished business include those who died suddenly, unexpectedly, in a relationship, who died young… or like me, who's all of the above.
Well, I guess coming back to the world of the living for just one day isn't exactly the right way to put it. We can come back to the world of the living whenever we want to, but we can't be seen, heard, smelled, or felt. People walk right through me and it breaks my heart. But now, in these twenty-four hours, I get to be alive. Today I can be human.
It sounds perfect, I know, but of course there are rules. You're only allowed to be recognized by one mortal. You can talk to and touch others, but only one is allowed to recognize you as the person you were when you were alive.
Of course I'm choosing Kyle.
My Kyle.
We were so in love; I swear I can feel my dead heart beat whenever I think about him.
We started dating when we were both sixteen, and continued into our seventeen's. It became obvious to us both that the residents of our small, redneck town weren't exactly what you would call 'accepting'. By that I mean they're all homophobes.
Even our parents were very unaccepting of gays so of course we couldn't tell them. We did what any other people in our situation would do; we kept our relationship a secret with the exception of our close friend Kenny McCormick.
Kenny was pretty much the greatest friend either of us could ask for, with the exception of each other. Kenny accepted both of us for whom we were with open arms and stayed loyal to his promise not to tell a soul of our love.
I swear, Kenny's visits were the only thing keeping me sane these days. After my death, I came to learn that Kenny was immortal and often died. I felt terrible for his poor soul, but as selfish as it sounds I loved it when he would die and come talk to me. Often we'd end up talking about Kyle. Kenny had already earned his wings, something I was very jealous about. In death, if you can prove yourself to be a good person, you are granted a pair of wings. It sounds simpler than it really is. Being granted wings is the highest honor one could possibly get. When I see Kenny flying around, gorgeous white wings behind him, I often wonder if I will ever get to prove myself worthy of my own pair.
When given wings, you get to choose a mortal to watch over and protect until they themselves join you in the afterlife. In other words, you get to be a guardian angel. Kenny chose to be the guardian angel of his little sister Karen.
When I come to the world of the living, Kenny's the only one who can see me. When others are around, he'd smile at me to acknowledge me and go about whatever he was doing so people didn't think he was crazy. Sometimes Kyle would be there, if Kenny could convince him to come out of his room.
I spend most of my time in death watching over Kyle.
Since my passing, he hasn't been the same. He spends most of his time in his room, hardly ever coming out, not even for meals. He's lost a lot of weight, and is visibly much thinner. His emerald eyes, although still stunning, don't sparkle like they used to.
He's attempted suicide.
I was there in his room, crying and screaming for him not to do it, only he didn't know I was there. My agonizing pleas amounted to nothing as he took every last pill. His mother found him before it was too late and rushed him to the hospital. Even though he didn't know, I was holding his hand the whole time.
He cries himself to sleep most every night. He doesn't know it, but I'm always lying right next to him. I'm always there, although he never knows; but finally, today, he will see me.
I look down at my body, still translucent. It is 12:00 right now. Midnight. My body flashes and my clock read 12:01. Suddenly I fall face first. I'm not floating anymore. I can actually feel the grass on my body. I'm human. I begin to cry tears of joy; I can't believe it, this is actually going to happen.
Whenever Kyle was sad, he would call me to come over, and even if it was in the middle of the night, I would be there. I would stand outside his window and throw pebbles until he'd open up and let me in. Then I would lay with him, wrap my arms around his fragile body, and we'd forget about the world.
There was no car in front, so I'm assuming Kyle's parents aren't home, but Kyle hardly ever left.
Clink.
Clink.
I began to throw the pebbles, one after the other.
Clink.
Clink.
I hear a shuffling from inside the room. My heart picks up speed. My… my heart? My heart! I'm a human, oh god, my heart is actually beating! A couple tears of joy fall before a familiar face appears at the window. Kyle.
Oh god, this is actually happening. More tears run down my face.
The window opens and he pops his head out.
"Who's there?" he calls out.
He sounds so broken.
Tears now cascading down my face, I remove the large hood and look up into his eyes.
I'll never forget the look on his face.
"Stan?"
"Kyle, it's me."