TW: Suicide/SH
FLASHBACK)
"I like you, Kyle." Stan whispered out, but loud enough for Kyle to hear. Kyle stared, as Stan shoved a flower into his hand. "I've loved you ever since I could remember. It started when we were ten.. now we're 17, seniors in high school. Your smile makes me feel warm and fuzzy, your personality, and the way you comfort me whenever I feel like I'm gonna relapse. You're the most amazing friend I could ask for, now I'm asking you to be the best boyfriend I could ask for." Stan clasped Kyles hand.
Kyle bit his lip, pulling his hands away from Stan.
"I'm sorry, Stan. I.." Kyle trailed off.
"Oh.. ahah.. this is embarrassing." Stan welled up in tears. "Please let's pretend this never happened." Kyle nodded, walking away with his head down, he felt terrible. He looked at the flower still in his hand, it was a pretty red rose. He put it in his jacket pocket.
1 WEEK LATER, KYLE'S POV 9:55pm (FLASHBACK)
This is bad. This is really, really bad. I think I caught feelings for Stan, but the problem is I utterly rejected him 2 weeks ago. I wanna let him know everything is okay! That I love him too, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with him! I still have the red rose sitting in a fancy green vase. It looks like it's kind of starting to die.. Anyway, I should go over to Stan's house! I quickly get ready, keeping my pajamas on and putting my orange jacket over them. I rush out the door, in a hurry.
AT STANS HOME (Still a flashback)
I enter the Marsh residence, I have my own key. It's 10:00 now, so his whole family is probably asleep right now. Stan always stays up until 1am every night though, so I know he isn't asleep yet. I creep up the steps, now in front of Stan's room door. Obviously, I'm not gonna barge in so I softly knock.
"Stan?" No answer.
"Um, it's me Kyle can I come in?" No answer. Is he mad at me?..
"Stan, I'm coming in now, you're scaring me." I slowly open the door. "Okay Stan, we need to-"
I get interrupted by.. by Stan laying on the floor. With blood surrounding him.. WITH BLOOD SURROUNDING HIM.
"Stan!"
Shit, shit, shit what the hell is happening? Stan is.. I quickly run over to him, and hardly press my palm against his chest to see if I can feel a beat.
Nothing. I go to check his pulse on his wrist, to be met with the horrible sight of- of his wrists, with deep cuts in them.. Blood was still oozing and I felt sick. There's no way this is real, am I dreaming? I press two fingers against the pulse on his neck and.. NOTHING. That's when reality hit me. My super best friend- no.. the love of my life is dead. "STAN! STAN PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE. PLEASE, I NEED YOU!" I shook his lifeless body, sobbing and holding onto it. I don't even notice Shelley, Sharon, and Randy running in until I hear loud sobs from Sharon.
A few minutes later I lift my head, seeing paramedics rushing in as Sharon grabbed my hand and led me away from Stan's body. It was all a blur from then.
(PRESENT DAY, 3 months LATER)
I stare at the dead rose, still sitting in my green vase. I throw a jacket on, and run down the steps.
'Ma, I'm gonna go visit Stan again." I say, as my mom nods at me.
"I love you, Bubbi. I'm always here for you." she says, walking up to me and wrapping me in a hug. I fight the tears, hugging her back. "I love you too, 'Ma."
Walking up to the graveyard, I walk to Stan's grave. "Hi Stan." I say, sitting down next to the tombstone. "It's been 3 months, I miss you so much. I wanted to let you know I love you, too. I never got to say it in person so I'll just say it here." I let the tears flow out, choking on my words. "You got a pretty rose for me. It's still sitting in my room, and even though it's not alive anymore I'll still always love it and keep it. Even though it's not gonna be able to show how beautiful it was to me, i'll always love it." I put a hand on his tombstone, now sobbing.
"I brought you something." I say, reaching into my bag, grabbing a tulip. "It's a yellow tulip! Your favorite." I softly placed it onto the dirt infront of his grave.
"A flower for you too."
"There's one thing wrong, though.. there's no water to keep it alive. To keep it going in life, and to help it thrive." I choke out in even more sobs, reaching into my bag again and grabbing a little container of pills. "We were each others water, and each others flowers. We need each other, but i'm the lone flower now with no water to keep me here. Maybe we can in the afterlife." I cry out, smiling after I swallow one pill, two pill, three, four, and five pills. I close my eyes for the last time, my head leaning on his tombstone.
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