Last Summer - South Park [Style]

THIRTY¬EIGHT [life]

Many describe their journey to the afterlife as a light they felt destined to follow. The media decided that right before you die, images of your life flash in front of your mind.

But standing on a motorway bridge and looking down at grey cars and sad asphalt? This interpretation is completely new to him.

Stan's hands are resting in the pockets of his black windbreaker and his eyes wander all the way to the horizon. The cars passing behind him create a pleasant backdrop of sound. Something consistent to fight be silence. 

He knows this highway well. Kenny and him had spent most of the ride on the 101 on their trip to Pismo Beach. A lot of grey and some green until you finally reach the exit and drive right towards the sea.

So what is he doing here? The last thing he remembers was... Stan frowns.

His mom had made lasagna which he usually would be obsessed about. But not that night. All the flavor had dissolved berore the fork could even reach his mouth. That's the last thing he remembers. Apart from another thought: He should be dead.

Strangely, those dark thoughts don't manage to cloud his mind. He feels...calm. Like he'd just have to turn around and there'd be his best friend standing, car keys in hand, asking if they could continue now. But Stan  doesn't turn around. Not yet. There is no rush.

Next to him a pair of hands appears, grabbing the railing. The body leans forward to look down onto the passing cars. He doesn't have to turn his head to know who it is.

"I knew you'd come."

Kyle laughs and looks at him. "Of course you did because I told you so. You should have been a bit more patient and not kill yourself 5 minutes later." "I thought you liked the hopeless romantic shtick. How could I live without my Romeo?"

Looking into the sparkling green eyes, Stan's stomach fills with warmth. "I know I wasn't the only reason behind your decision. But I still don't like how you made me the center of it, like everything ressolved around my affection. There's more to life, you know?"

"This isn't entirely my fault. Your little psychopath rival left me no choice."

"Touché."

Kyle puts his head on Stan's  shoulder. The curls are brushing against his neck.

"You promised me to answer all my questions."

"Well then, ask away."

Putting his arm around the boy's waist, Stan feels nervous. "Are you real? Right now?"

"Counter question. Does it matter?"

"Well yes. I don't want to wake up just to see that you are gone again and that I just imagined you."

"And what would happen if that was the truth?If I was gone and you would never see me again?"

"It would break my heart."

"Maybe. But your life would continue." 

"Okay let me rephrase the question. Was any of this ever real?"

Kyle smiles.

"Everything. It was all real. And you and I aren't over yet. Destiny might not be on our side but our paths will cross again. Maybe..."

He puts a finger under Cameron's chin to turn his head towards his own. "Maybe I'm currently sitting next to your hospital bed, holding your hand. But you won't know until you wake up."

Could it be true? Him sitting by his side?

"One last question."

"Okay."

"Do you love me?"

Kyle smiles. "I think you already know the answer to that one."

THE END

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