Stalker (Cryle)

A broken life

Very slight straight smut warning.

Kyle's POV
It's been three years since the incident. Three years since I last spoke to Craig. I would love to say that I was sad, that I cried, that I missed him, that I thought about him even just for a second, but that would be a lie.

I haven't felt anything for the past three years, nothing. I didn't let myself feel anything, because I knew that if I would start crying...I would never be able to stop.

And I gotta admit, the past years weren't bad at all. I made sure to always stay busy, this way I won't ever have to think about Craig. After graduating from high school I got a job at the coffee shop owned by Tweek's family. I still live at my parent's house, we decided it would the best for everyone if I'd stay here and work at the café until I decide what university I want to go to.

I also got a girlfriend, the school-whore Bebe asked me out last year. Of course I couldn't say no to her beautiful blue eyes, but I still felt a bit guilty for dating someone. I felt like I was married and I was cheating on my partner. But I bottled up that emotion too, like everything else. And to be honest, things with Bebe have been going quite well. Do I love her? No, I don't think so. But I like her, she gives me comfort, makes me feel like I'm someone special, but most importantly, when I'm with her, all my thoughts disappear. I don't worry about anything when I'm with her, she makes me feel like I'm normal.

So yeah, I have a normal life with normal friends, family and girlfriend. The most boring and normal life I could ever wish for, this is what I always wanted. To be normal. Am I happy? No, but I'm not sad either. I don't hate living like this. But I soon realized that this life won't last long, any small change can break it. And it did, it broke.

I was working in the coffee shop, waiting for customers. It wasn't a busy day, I think it could be around Christmas, which obviously wasn't a big deal for me. It could've been around late-afternoon, maybe a little bit before sunset.

"Hey, I-I have to...gah...go, my shift i-is over. You'll close t-the shop...gah...right?" Tweek asked as he took on his coat. I just nodded, I didn't speak when it wasn't necessary. I had nothing to say after all. I watched as Tweek left the shop, he didn't change at all in these few years. I amaze him for that, I've changed so much, why I couldn't just be like this all the time? Why am I only starting to become normal now?

Tweek left and I was all alone in the shop, except for a few customers. Then I heard someone enter. "Welcome to Tweek bros, what can I get for you?" I asked, not even paying attention to who the customer was. But as soon as she opened her mouth, I felt more woke that I ever was. "Kyle, we need to talk." It was a girl's voice, a girl's that I haven't seen in a while.

"Heidi?!" I jumped. "Yes?" She frowned. I only got a good look at her now, she sure had changed a lot too, but at the same time, she somehow stayed the same. Her brown hair was messier than ever, she had big black circles under here eyes, like she haven't slept for days. She held a bunch of weird newspapers in her arms, and many more weird things. She had an oujia board, many foil things, a spoon for some unknown reason and a few things that I didn't even know the name of.

"What the hell are you doing he-." I tried to ask but Heidi cut me off. "Shh, first put on this. The government is trying to track us." She handed me one of the foil-hat things. This was the moment when I realized...she carried those things with here because she was a lunatic, not because they actually had anything to do. I'm honestly not surprised that the high school rumor-girl ended up joining a cult and believing stupid theories.

"Heidi, if you want a coffee or something than order, you're holding up the line." I said sarcastically, knowing that not a single soul was in the shop. "Haha, very funny." She replied with a bored expression. "Anyway, what I want to tell you is extremely important." Heidi spoke while she started scratching the surface of the counter. "If you want to convince me to sacrifice animals to a satanic cult then I'm not doing it. I only did that once with Stan and it nearly ended the whole world." She was probably annoyed by my answer, because she started scratching the wood more aggressively. I quickly regretted being such an asshole to her, and changed the subject.