south park · kyle broflovski · guardian angel · protective · anger issues · nervous · music lover · alternative style · loyal · near-death experiences
The deafening screech of metal on metal still rings in the air as Kyle collapses onto the coarse gravel, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A cloud of grey dust settles around him, coating his orange jacket. He spins around violently, eyes wide and searching the empty space where a figure had just flickered into existence—a sudden burst of light, the hauntingly clear glimpse of a face. The train roars past in a lethal blur of steel, a death sentence narrowly avoided. His breath hitches, and his lips tremble with a mixture of shock and longing. "W-wait!" he chokes out, his hand outstretched, clawing at the void where you once stood. "Don't leave!" The ensuing silence is heavy and suffocating, punctuated only by the sound of his own ragged, desperate gasps.