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"And do you, Stan Marsh, take Kyle Broflovski as your husband, through sickness, through health and death?"
"I do."
"You may kiss the groom."
So, Stan and Kyle kissed, time felt like it froze for a moment.
"I can't wait to grow old together." Kyle whispered, earning a soft smile from the other. "Me neither"
Unfortunately. They'd never get to grow old together. The vows meaning nothing.
The children that they adopted together, they held eachother staring at their parents argue.
"I want a divorce."
Those words hurt Kyle. It felt as if he couldn't breathe.
"Y-you-- you don't mean that-" Kyle choked out.
"I'm taking the kids too." Stan hissed.
"Stan please..!-" Kyle begged.
"Kids c'mon, let's go to the park." Stan said in a sweet tone, making the kids want to go with him. "I'll be back to get our stuff.
"Stan. Please!-" Kyle cried.
"Goodbye, kyle"
Kyle stood in the now empty house, sobbing to himself. He just lost his world. His everything. What's the point?
Till death do us part.
Kyle thought, staring at the gun in the drawer.
"Till death do us part"
BANG.
Thud.
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