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(Kyle's Perespective)

I woke up from a nap and toke my journal seeing that someone wrote in it.

Huh odd.

Wait a minute.. STAN IS GONNA..

I checked the tums

10:20..

April 6th 2023..

"Ken.. I'm gonna be out for a while. Don't expect me to be here early.." I told Kenny.

"Ok, stay safe though." Kenny smiled.

"HEY CRAIG HAVE YOU SEEN STAN?" I saked Craig who was two room away from me.

"He went to the top of Cartamns apartment building." Craig answered me.

"THANKS!"


I got to the top of the building at 10:28.

I saw Stan getting ready to kill himself. He looked down to the floor that was 11ft away from him.

"He hates. I'm an idiot. He hates me. 10:29 AM. It's my minute on Earth. I love you, Kyle.."

The poor boy sounded drunk and loose minded.

His right foot was lift up as I grab his arm and push him back.

"You aren't gonna KILL YOURSELF AND DIE like I ALMOST DID STAN."

"Hey Kyle. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry dude." He cried on my shoulder.

"It's okay.. I guess."

"Guess I didn't die" He blew a kiss before smiling and falling asleep on my arm.

This little pretty shit.

(A/N: I was listening to sad songs writing this 😇)

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