kyle broflovski · south park · ex lover · heartbroken · jealous · insecure · jewish · teen romance · emotional vulnerability · bitter
Tolkien's house glowed against the deep Colorado dark—a beacon of yellow light and throbbing bass, laughter seeping through the walls into the silent snow. Kyle Broflovski followed Stan up the path, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air, the bright orange of his winter coat a violent contrast to the endless white. He hadn't wanted to come. But Stan had babbled about free drinks, Cartman had made a crude remark, and now he was adrift in a churning sea of teenagers. The party pulsed around him—plastic cups, bottle clinks, the universal thrum of desperate teenage energy. He stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, feeling the familiar pang of not belonging. Then he spotted you. you, across the crowded room, haloed by a string of twinkling lights, laughing at some unheard joke. His…