That One Dreaded Word

Art by burnawayy-blog on Tumblr. (They draw really good Stan and Kyle fan art.)

I sighed, rubbing my gloved hands together to try to make them warm again. And after about a minute of doing so; I realised there was no point. I lived in South Park, one of the coldest places in America, excluding Alaska of course. Wait. I wonder if South Park is the coldest place in the world? It sure feels like it now, but when Kyle arrives, he'll probably give me an accurate answer saying otherwise. Oh yeah, I'm standing here on a freezing cold Winter's day; because Kyle asked me to come here, saying that he needed to talk with me. I don't know why or what he needs to talk about. Maybe something about Hanukkah? When is that? I don't know, but Kyle will definitely know. And if he did want to talk about something related to his religion; it would probably be about the relationship we've been in for two months. I broke up with Wendy when we got into high school. She changed way too much, like, full on whiney teenager. I was sick of her. Then, when we went into our second year; me and Kyle realised that we liked each other more than friends, and as you can imagine; that caused a lot of problems for poor Kyle; especially with his mother, and Eric Cartman. His dad's managed to calm down his mother a bit though, so she's not as bad as Cartman anymore. But anyway; I still have no idea why he's taking so long. It's getting quite worrying. What if he's been in an accident? What if he's been grounded, or if he's ill again? No, he would at least text me to let me know. I took out my phone, nearly dropping it in the process, and looked through my messages from Kyle. Nothing new, just our previous conversation about meeting up here. Could he of just played a practical joke on me? No, maybe Kenny would've done that, but not Kyle.

"Hey, where are you?" I texted quickly. I needed to know where he was, I was getting beyond worried, and trying to keep my cool was just making it worse.

"I'm just on my way, my parents just wanted to talk, that's all. Don't worry, I'm okay."

I let out a sigh of relief that took a lot of my chest.

"Okay, see you soon, love you. <3"

"Love you too."

I smiled, and put my phone away.  I was happy to know that he was safe and okay. I needed to know that, I couldn't not know that. It would drive me crazy. I twiddled my fingers together as I thought about how much I needed him. How much I loved him.

"Stan." Kyle called quietly, walking up to me.

"Hey Kyle!" I grinned, getting woken up from my thoughts from the angel himself; Kyle Broflovski.

He waved slightly, looking a bit pale and down. Then gestured for me to sit down on a bench beside him.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder affectionately, letting him know that he was safe.

"Are you okay dude?" I asked, knowing that I looked like an over concerned idiot.

He paused for a moment.

"Kyle?"

His emerald eyes gazed down at the snow covered ground.

"You know how I had a kidney transplant?"

"Yeah. That was almost impossible to get Cartman to donate his!" I chuckled at the memory, but then stopped when I saw my boyfriend's tearing up face.

"His kidney's weren't the most perfect, but the doctors said that they would do their job like they're supposed to. But, it turns out that he took drugs before. And because they weren't healthy..." He kind of trailed off, his tears falling in the snow as he started sobbing quietly.

"Kyle, what's wrong?" I asked seriously, rubbing his shoulder.

"I have nasopharynegeal cancer.." His voice starting shaking, as well as the rest of his body.

My eyes widened, and I hugged him tightly. I didn't know what to think; I didn't know what to do.  I wasn't sure what it was. But all I needed to hear was that one dreaded word, that no one wants to hear associated with anyone. 'Cancer'. It was that one word that told me, that my boyfriend is going to die. He's going to be in hospital, and I won't be able to do anything about it. His cheerful self will disappear. And it's all that fatass's fault. I had to do something to him. I needed to make him suffer, especially if he did that on purpose. And I know he did.

"I-It's okay Stan.." The boy almost attached to my chest whispered.

"Don't worry about me Kyle, you're all that matters to me." I sighed slightly, and ran my hands in his gorgeous red curls under his hat. He didn't protest in the slightest; but I knew why. He wanted to live his life with no hesitations, no questioning. And I will respect that as long as he lives. Even though I have no idea how long that will be.