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(Sad ending requested by delusionalkyle)

Kyle

I woke up in the cabin me and Stan shared. My body refused to work properly so I laid there thinking.

Gosh what happened? Okay, okay what do I remember? I remember leaving the cabin with Stan. We got food. Cartman pissed me off and I took him away. I beat his ass, then I fell. Gosh I need to remember, why'd I fall? The disease. The disease hit me and I fell back to cough. I think that was the worst coughing fit I've had so far. It's probably my finally night alive. It's been months with this disease, it's gotten worse every day. I sure hope Stan does crush on me back. Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna die. But for Stan's happiness, his smile, his laughter.. I'd die any day. I won't keep him worrying about me. He has Wendy he'd never like me back the way I do. He's happy with Wendy. Right? Yea, I think so. I thought then paused as I heard the door.

I listened as I heard people talking.

"So he just passed out?" I heard someone say. Sounded like Kenny.

"Yea, he flopped on his knees and started coughing violently!" Someone replied. It sounded like that fucking fatty, Cartman. Why's he here?

"I hope he's okay!" Someone said. Sounded like Butters.

"He'll be fine. He has to! I cant lose him. I need him! I don't think I like Wendy anymore.." Sounded like.. Stan...?

I felt someone play in my hair. Comforting me, and their selves.

I didn't listen anymore. I thought about Stan, thinking deeply.

It can't be true! Stan can't like me. He is head over heels for Wendy! Maybe he's not talking about me! Yea, of course he's not. He'll never like someone like me. I can never compare to his preference. His ocean blue eyes, his comforting deep voice, oh.. there's so many things I love about Stan. He's the prefect man. Wendy sure has it lucky to have someone like him. I thought pushing the worse on myself.

I forced myself on my side. Starting to cough up petals, and it only got worse from last time. I felt hands grab my neck to massage it to help. That's when I found out I wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone laid next to me and held me close, wrapping their arms around me. I opened my eyes to see Stan's hands around my waist.

⚠️ WARNING: GORE ⚠️ (Not a lot)

I spat out petals and let out a muffled scream as thorns pushed their way up my throat. Something blocked my throat and I coughed desperate to breathe as it clogged my throat. Stan pulled me closer.

"Don't die.. don't die... you can't die." I heard Stan cry. Tears falling onto my back as they poured out his eyes.

I forced myself to turn over and look at him. I saw him crying, tears falling down. Kenny covered Butters ears and eyes, taking him outside.

I raised my hand up weakly as my vision blurred. I pressed my hand against Stan's cheek.

"I'll die, over and over. To see your smile. I won't trap you with me. For your love your happiness I'd die." I croaked not realizing that I too was crying.

"You're not gonna die! I won't let it! I need you!" Stan sobbed holding me close.

Stan sobbed, pausing at times to breathe. He hiccuped and sniffled.

"Don't die dude! We're best buds! I need you still! You're supposed to die when I die!" Stan replied.

I didn't answer I kept coughing. I closed my eyes and let the disease take the rest of its course. I didn't move. Nor did I breathe. 

I died. At that moment.