"I love his curly hair.
The way it looks like a soft cloud that I can bury my face into.
I love his voice.
The way his voice sometimes cracks is somehow endearing to me.
I love his style.
The clothes he wears make him look like a carrot. A very cute one.
Most importantly,
I love his eyes.
I love how I can just get lost into them for all eternity.
Oh God,
I miss you, Kyle.
I wish I had told you that I love you when there was the chance.
I'm sorry, Kyle.
I miss you so much.
-S"
The note was stained with tears. The paper was rested on a stone, engraved with Kyle's name. Next to his grave was another grave. Atop sat a familiar hat, belonging to Stan Marsh.
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Laughter fills air as two little kids played happily, joking around and watching Terrance and Phillip.
One of them was a ginger, while the other was a noirette.
They laughed and stares into each other's eyes before kissing softly.
"I love you, Stanley Marsh."
"I love you, Kyle Broflovski."
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Stan was awaken by the light pouring into his room. Tears clouded his vision.
"Nightmare?"
His red head husband asks with a soft tone.
"Mhm."
Stan replies.
