-Cover art isn't mine!Credits to the artist-
I'll write in this book when I have the motivation! I write these chapters in my math composition book when I'm bored so don't get your hopes to high. This book MAY contain subjects such as
-Fluff
-Angst(...
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Yes I did make that😋
My bad if this is cringy as fuck I wrote this at 1am and I didn't proof read😘🥰
The ages vary🤷🏻♀️ ———————————————————— -10 years ago-
"Kyle, promise something." Stan looked over to face Kyle, who was also laying on his bed. "What is it?" Kyle smiled. Stan sat up on the bed "promise me we'll be super best friends until the end and so on!"
Kyle exerted the biggest grin he had ever given "okay! Super best friends until the end and so on!!"
Stan held up his pinky finger to seal the deal. Kyle wrapped his pinky with Stan's and they both laughed.
-8 years ago-
Stan cried into Kyle's shoulder, holding him almost as though if he let go he'd never see Kyle again. "This is one of the worst nights of my life.." Stan sallowed the lump in his throat. He shakily lifted his hands to grab the sides of Kyle's head and looked him in the eyes. "Kyle I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to go through this!"
Kyle just solemnly smiled at him, trying to make the situation better even though it was nearly impossible to make this moment better.
Kyle had finally told Stan how he felt. He finally told him he was thinking about ending his life. Kyle had finally told one of the only people he trusted that he just wanted to stop walking through the pitch black maze, searching for something to just help light his path.
Stan gripped onto Kyle as hard as he could, shaking as cold tears rolled down his cheeks. "No, no Kyle tell me it isn't true.. tell me you do actually want to live." He sharply inhaled "tell me it's just a prank, please anything would suffice. Just say you didn't actually mean what you just said.."
Kyle just looked at the floor, fighting tears of his own. "Im sorry.." he refused to look Stan in the eyes as he said so, he was scared what could be held in the storm blue eyes, he had grown to be so familiar with. "No, don't you dare apologize.. i should be saying sorry. Im so so sorry that I couldn't help you, I'm sorry that I chose not to recognize the signs!" Stan's grip on Kyle only tightened.
"I must've gave you an ulcer, I'm sorry!" Kyle's face expression softened as he looked Stan in the eyes. His eyes were so puffy and red, reflecting a deep sense of grief. "No, you actually made me smile, you're still so considerate of my feeling even though you're going through so much." Stan traced Kyle's jawline. "You're amazing.." Stan smiled not caring that it sounded 'gay' he just wanted Kyle know how much he appreciates him. "I love you" his voice breaks again as tears fall down his face, crying harder this time.
"I'm just so scared... I can't imagine a world without you in it. You're the light of my life, dude. I wouldn't be able to do it without you.." Stan whispered as he cried harder.
"It's going to be okay" Kyle tried making light of the situation, once again, but it didn't really do anything. Stan doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes, scaring Kyle. "I'm so sorry you've had to deal with my bullshit.." Stan smiled sadly. The comment surprised Kyle, causing him to shoot his head up.
