Breakaway

One-shot

(A/n: I wasn't planning on making a Halloween one-shot this year, but an idea came to me at the last minute, and it's about yandere Kenny. Again. My 'Why?" story/revamp of him being yandere I feel weren't the best, so I decided to give it maybe one more attempt.

Trigger Warning: kidnapping, implied homophobia, and directly expressed and implied suicide

Happy Halloween and I hope you enjoy! The South Park characters do not belong to me)

Stan isn't one to dwell on things that happened to him in the past, be it good or bad. He's all about forgiving and forgetting or forgiving but never forgetting. There's more to life than bearing a grudge, although it depends on how offensive the misdeed was.

Neither of those sensible principles fit the experience he underwent not too long ago. He shudders as if the temperature within the undecorated bedroom he is in dropped to the negative degrees. He tugs the blue blanket closer to his thin body, gazing at the evening sky through the window on his bed, lacking any fondness for the palliative view during the past couple of hours he's been sitting here. He hasn't even changed out of the nightclothes he slept in. It's scary how people can hide their true character so well, just so they can get what they want. But when they feel themselves losing their beloved, they don't hesitate to show what they're really like, willing to do anything to keep them in their clutches. The psychopath Stan used to date is the sole reason he recently developed a new personal philosophy: he will not ever forgive nor forget a person's transgressions.

He scowls. He despises the evenings. The colors the setting sun paint the sky and the ambience it brings remind him too much of his insane ex. But not in a physical sense.

He remembers it clearly, the day they first got together. It was around this time, and they spent their very first date enjoying the sunset at a park. The grass was smooth and comfortable to sit on, plus it offered a relaxing panorama of the pond. The next week, being this week, was the start of Fall break. They even came up with plans on how they would spend their short vacation together away from school, and were excited about them too.

But the heartwarming imagery shatters like brittle glass.

Stan exhales a shaky breath as he grips his blanket so tightly that his hands tremble, his dull sapphire eyes brimming with tears.

Three days.

They'd only been dating for three fucking days until he realized that the person he loved, the person he regarded as the embodiment of the sun on a clear day, was not sane in the head.

The first day was nice—great even, because no one was around to interrupt their little date at the park. They barely said another word to each other after they confessed their love for one another. Stan began to admire how the orange sun kissed his lover's blonde hair under its warm rays, the short strands swaying in the mildly cool breeze. Then he became enamored by glistening hazel eyes that were transfixed on the scenery ahead of them, and lastly, the lips that were in a content smile.

"I can feel you staring."

The blonde's voice was low and seductive, which put a blush on Stan's cheeks.

Stan was not embarrassed because he got caught, there's no shame in being smitten with your lover. "Not my fault you're so beautiful." His flattering remark earned him an amused chuckle and a peck on the lips.

They stayed there until dark, then got into a frivolous argument as to who would walk the other home. In the end, Stan won.

Remembering that unforgettable day forces the tears to spill from Stan's eyes, heartbroken, though he's felt this sentiment for days now. As well as immense hatred.