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arguments. 💔

The door slammed shut, a thunderous echo punctuating the explosive tension in the room. Stan's eyes bore into Kyle's, a simmering rage beneath the surface of his usually calm demeanor.

"Don't act like you're innocent in all of this!" Stan's voice sliced through the air, the accusation leaving a bitter taste.

Kyle's jaw clenched, a surge of frustration rising. "Me? You're the one who can't handle anything real, Stan. Running away is your specialty."

Stan scoffed, a humorless laugh that stung more than any insult. "Oh, coming from Mr. Perpetual Victim himself. Everything's always about you, isn't it?"

The room felt like it was closing in, the walls witnesses to a friendship unraveling at its seams. Kyle's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and hurt, his retort laced with sarcasm. "Well, forgive me for not bending over backward to accommodate your every whim, Stan."

Stan's face twisted with resentment. "This isn't about that, and you know it. It's about you never taking anything seriously!"

"Seriously?" Kyle shot back, a bitter edge to his tone. "I take everything seriously. Maybe I just can't take your constant mood swings and indecision anymore!"

The words hung in the air, a toxic cloud that neither was willing to dispel. The room crackled with animosity, a battlefield where every sentence wounded deeper.

Stan stepped closer, his voice a low growl. "Maybe I'm sick of you pretending like you're the only one with problems. Newsflash, Kyle, I have my own shit to deal with."

Kyle's eyes narrowed, resentment bubbling to the surface. "Oh, so now it's my fault you're a mess? Classic Stan logic."

The heated exchange escalated, words flying like arrows, each one leaving a mark on the fragile remnants of their friendship. The room, once a refuge, now felt like a war zone, with no ceasefire in sight.

"I'm done, Stan," Kyle declared, the weight of finality hanging in the air. "I can't keep trying to save something you're so determined to destroy."

As the door slammed shut once more, the echoes of their argument lingered. In the aftermath, the room bore witness to the ruins of a connection that had succumbed to the flames of a heated confrontation. Stan and Kyle, once inseparable, now stood on opposite sides of a divide that seemed unbridgeable.