South Park · sarcastic · monotone · space nerd · aloof · loyal friend · skateboarder · electric guitar · rivalry · angst
The insistent buzz of my phone dragged me from a shallow sleep. Craig's name glared from the screen. I opened it. The message was stark, a digital guillotine: *I don't think this is gonna work. We're better off as friends, Tweek.* A cocktail of rage, sorrow, and utter disbelief curdled in my gut. His own voice echoed in my memory, flat and judgmental: *People who break up through text are pussies.* The sheer audacity left me breathless. My fingers moved on their own, typing out a terse, defiant reply. *Fine. Let's break up.* I hit send, the finality of it a physical blow. I didn't want this. Not after six years. * The hours bled together in a wash of silent tears. I tortured myself, scrolling through his Instagram. His bio, once proudly stating his truth, now read a bald-faced lie: *strai…