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I'm sorry I killed Mrs. McCormick again! Last time, I promise. Kenny's parents have a very different role in the new fic I'm working on.

Also, I'm not sure which one I'll post next. I have a few in the works. You guys should go to my profile and vote on the poll~

Kenny's POV

I went back to Craig's house when I was finished crying on the floor at home. My dad didn't do anything about it. He just stood there looking as helpless as I felt.

I told Craig what happened. He said "oh" a lot. He didn't look surprised. I guess it's not very surprising. I think, deep down, we both knew it was coming.

We are now lying side-by-side on his bed. It's getting late and he's probably growing tired, but there are still things I need to say to him.

I take a deep breath.

"The sun is gone," I say, taking note of the dim light behind the curtain.

"Hm," Craig mumbles.

"Be careful when you look back on the past," I tell him.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I won't tell you not to look back, just be careful when you do."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't going back," I explain softly, "Every day, every hour, every minute, every second… you're moving forward. So don't let the past drag you down."

"Oh…"

"Craig..." I say, "Everything we did was secret, but I didn't mind. You wanted that, so I had no choice but to respect your wishes. Even if it wasn't special to you, even if it didn't mean anything… It meant something to me. The first time, the last time, and each moment in between... When you let me take you, the way you looked up at me as it happened, the taste of your saliva, and your fingers on my skin... The fights we had, the obscenities you threw my way. I'll happily remember even our worst times."

"Why are you talking in past tense?" he asks quietly, his voice sounding wet.

"You know why… I mean, it will happen soon."

"Oh."

We are silent for a while after that, and the room is dark when I hear Craig sob. I don't acknowledge the fact that he's crying. I think he'd hate me if I did. I just reach for his hand beneath the blankets and intertwine our fingers.

No matter how much he denied it in the past, I suppose, in the end, he does care. A little bit, at least.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, letting out these agonizing sounds – sounds I never thought I'd hear escape him. I wish I wasn't the one causing them.

He let's go of my hand and rolls onto his side, away from me. I turn my head and stare at his back. His shoulders are shaking.

I don't say anything for a moment, I just smile up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry, I can't stop it. It might hurt you to hear, and I might be selfish to say it, but I love you. I'll always love you… But I can't keep you. You're not an object I can put in my pocket and hope to take with me when I go. You're a person, a person in love with someone who isn't me. So I want you to promise me something."

"What?" he whispers.

"Tell Tweek you love him, or whatever…" I say, "It doesn't matter when. Do it long after I'm gone if you must, but promise me you'll do it. He feels the same way, and both of you deserve the happiness you'll find with each other. Be patient with him. Be kind. Maybe he'll get better. He'll be happy with you, and you'll be happy with him."

"I hate you, McCormick," he cries, letting out these awful sobs. He rolls back over and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

"Heh," I chuckle. "That's okay. Just promise me that one small thing."

And he does.

Eventually Craig falls quiet, and I can only assume he's fallen asleep.

This life is so unfair.

I swallow thickly, trying hard not to move and wake him up.

I find my gaze unconsciously wandering to the digital clock and I feel as if I'm trying to will Time to stop. Time doesn't work like that, though. Like Destiny, Time is unfair. Time doesn't stop for anyone.

In his sleep, Craig continues to hug me to his chest and just this once, I wish Time would make an exception.

I spend the morning locked in Craig's bathroom trying to compose a letter. Old fashioned, I know. When I finally got out what I feel I needed to say, I leave it where I know he'll find it. I guess there are some things you really can't say out loud without sounding like a total homo.

When Craig finally wakes up, I get him to drop me off at the hospital to see Tweek, but before I exited the car he stopped me.

"Not coming?" I asked.

"Not yet," he said.

I simply nodded.

"Hey… I want you to know that it meant something to me as well," he had said, referring to our conversation last night.

I smiled, "I'm glad."

Now as I wander down the familiar hallway, I find myself clutching at my chest, as if I'm trying to make the ache go away.

"How're you?" I ask Tweek once I step into his hospital room, letting my hand fall to my side.

"Okay," he says, sounding mellow. He must be hopped up on those pills they make him take.

"Just okay?"

He shrugs, "Scared, too."

"Why scared?"

"I've been thinking lately…" he mumbles.

"What about?" I ask, "Craig?"

"How did you know?" he asks.

It's mainly because Craig is always on his mind, but I don't say that. Instead, I just grin and say, "Because I'm Kenny McCormick, and I know everything. Mwahaha!"

He laughs quietly.

"But hey," I shrug, "fear does a person no good at all and for that reason and that reason alone you should try to find myself no longer afraid."

"Kenny, only you look at the world like that…" he says.

I chuckle, "Maybe you're right." What a load of crap. I have more fear than most people do.

"Do you ever get scared?"

"Yeah, I do."

"What of?"

I shrug, "Dying scares me."

"But you die all the time, right?"

I nod, "But dying is scary no matter what. No matter how many times a person experiences death, it doesn't make it any less terrifying. People who don't fear death at least a tiny bit are probably liars or not quite sane."

"I wouldn't really know."

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

"What do you mean?"

"Dying," I say simply, "You've been close."

"Yeah," he whispers, "I guess you're right."

"Tweek," I say, "Do you love Craig?"

"What?" he frowns, trembling slightly.

"It's just a question. Be honest."

"Why are you asking me that all of the sudden?" He pulls on his hair, mumbling something about this being too much pressure.

I put my hand on his head, untangling his fingers from the blond strands before he begins to pull them out. "Heh, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer."

He looks up at me and I force a smile, before squishing his cheeks and kissing the top of his head.

"Goodbye, Tweek," I say as I walk towards the door.

Before I leave, I hear a "yes".

"Hm?" I turn around, hovering in the doorway.

"Yes," he repeats.

I nod, "I thought so. Please, tell him."

"Goodbye, Kenny."

I wave.

Take care of each other. Take care of him the way I wish I could.