I get dark ideas, this is one. There is an another one but I don't want to use Stan for that.
Warnings: Murder or talk about it (This is going down quick), I ruined Kyle's character by giving in and making him a yandere (which my kind little bean is not!), kidnapping and cursing but at this point, Cursing is nothing bad. (I AM NOT MAKING THIS AS NORMAL AND CASUAL AS I NORMALLY DO, THIS IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO BE A WAY TO SHOW SOMEONE 'LOVE'.)
Ages: 18 both.
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Stan's POV.

"Wendy Testaburger has been found dead this morning in a school bathroom."

There is an uproar in the classroom. I just stare ahead. Dead? My girlfriend? What the actual fuck?

"We are going to have to make you go home now."

"H-how did she die?" I ask.

"Hanging. We subject a suicide. She even left a note," the police officer next to our teacher says.

"Dude, I'm so sorry," Kyle says.

I hug him, crying.

"I-I... I really loved her," I say.

He holds on a bit tighter. I guess he is trying to comfort me but it literally feels like anger.

"That's a bit too tight," I say.

"Oh I'm so so so sorry! Did I hurt you? I swear, I meant to be comforting," he says.

"No, you didn't," I say.

"We'll have to ask you to evacuate, just in case," the policeman says.

I nod and get up, Kyle does the same on his side.

"Do you need any like, mental support?" Kyle asks.

"I-I," I say.

"Hey hey, I hate seeing you cry," he says.

We continue to walk out.

"How are you not shaken up?" I ask.

"I-I am. Certainly. It's just my way of  mourning, I make sure everyone else is okay," Kyle says.

I nod, still unsure.

"But she was your good friend, especially for the last months," I say.

"I-I don't want to make you think bad about Wendy but-let's just say- she wasn't exactly what you saw her as. I would never wish for her to die. Absolutely never, I'll just say, it's easier to not mourn as loudly," he says.

"What did she do?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Not going to tell you, just, Wendy did something I could never forgive. And obviously she didn't even ask for me to, she thought she had the right," Kyle says.

"Ky. What did she do?" I ask.

"Got pretty violent with me, quite badly. I'm pretty sure I have a bruise on my neck from her strangling me, so, I wouldn't call it that... how do I say it? I know that she could've killed me if I hadn't pushed her away," Kyle says.

"Wait. What?" I ask.

"Yeah. I was pretty terrible to her afterwards, which I'm now sorry for. she told me that she'd tell you something if I told you that she attacked me. So I was very fucking passive aggressive with her when you were away," Kyle says.

"That's not my Wendy," I say.

He pulls the side of his shirt down, showing the bruise he just talked about.

"Believe me now?" He asks.

"That's assault," I say.

"I'm fine. It's really sad that Wendy died, really is. But I'm pretty sure she would have killed me if she didn't kill herself first, it was getting really bad," he says.

"Kyle... I'm so sorry she did that to you... you could have told me, I would have talked to her about it," I say.

He shakes his head.

"It's fine. I knew you loved her, so," he says.

"Obviously I do," I say.

His hand goes into a fist before he relaxes it.

"Sorry, that just... you know... sounded like you were against me but I'm sure that's not it," Kyle says.

"I prefer to love the memory I have of someone," I say.

Kyle nods.

"Understandable. I have a lot more that has happened but if you prefer to... you know... value her memory... that's fine too," he says.

"I-I really prefer it like that. I could help you find a therapist to talk to you?" I ask.

"No need... I'm already seeing one. That traumatic," Kyle says.

I nod.

"It's early to ask but are you going to be able to move on?" Kyle asks.

"I... not for a long time, I don't think," I say.

"I understand... such a shame that she had to die. I really would have loved for her to be alive," he says.

"Yeah, me too. But if nothing else, we can remember by our memories of her," I say.

"Y-You don't think she got murdered. Do you?" Kyle asks.

"I don't think so. It would be clearer," I say.

He nods.

"I guess," he says again.

He stop in front of his apartment building.

"You good to walk alone or do you want to come over?" Kyle asks.

"I'll go alone, it's fine. I need time to think," I say.

~Let's slip ahead let's say 2 months... sort of close to two months. Like, lets call it December 1st. Okay?~

"Hey," Kyle says.

"Hi," I say.

"On her grave again, eh?" Kyle asks.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"Even if I didn't have much respect for her when she was alive, I want to respect her memory," he says.

He puts a rock on her grave, next to the flowers I put there.

"Wha-?" I ask.

"A rock stays, flowers die," Kyle says.

He looks down at the grave.

"You're not moving on. Are you?" He asks.

"Not yet," I say.

He nods.

"Understandable," he says.

I hold onto the gravestone, holding my head.

"Hey hey. Need help? I'll get you in my car, there is water. Maybe you haven't had enough water," he says.

I nod. He helps me and gets me into his car. There is a strong clash between my head and something, then it all goes dark.