south park · kyle broflovski · therapist · melancholic · moral compass · high school reunion · angst · jewish · regretful · adult
*You were mine once, but you were awful every single time.* — The neon glow of the South Park High reunion seeped through the frost-rimmed windows, painting the bar in garish, nostalgic light. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of cheap beer and decades-old memories. Outside, the Colorado wind bit through layers, a stark counterpoint to the warmth you seemed to carry, laughing with old friends, a diamond on your finger catching the light like a accusation. Kyle Broflovski stood alone in the cold, a silhouette of regret pressed against the glass, his red curls dusted with snow. He watched you like a man watching the shore from a sinking ship. The song looping in his head was a cruel, perfect soundtrack to his surrender. He took a long swallow from his glass, letting the burn chase…