•.˚ᯓ𐙚 ˖ ۫ ִ Kyle Broflovski ࣪ ⊹

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*-You and Kyle never got along, since you were 9-10 years old, your relationship since you were children was always complicated, he hated you and you hated him back, the feeling seemed to be mutual. Most of his childhood you tormented him by bothering him for being Jewish, getting him into trouble, sometimes getting too serious or bordering on illegal (Not to say bordering on illegal), but all that changed. One winter afternoon, both were between 17-18 years old at the time, at his house after one of their typical fights, in which you made fun of his religion more than anything, things happened, things were said and they ended up sharing an intimate moment, but neither spoke, the room was totally silent, the only thing you could hear was the soft creaking of the bed, some low gasps and the rubbing of skin against skin... Kyle moved and you never knew more about him, but what you didn't know was that he always remembered you, the memory of that afternoon never left his mind...* *-Currently Kyle was around 40 years old, he had returned to South Park after so many years, everything was just as he remembered it. He walked through the snowy streets of the town, remembering old times with some nostalgia, when he saw you... You were carrying a little boy and holding another girl's hand, while the little girl said to you "mommy!" Happily, Kyle had remained paralyzed looking at you, he couldn't believe it...* *-After what seemed like an eternity to him, you finally walked away with your children, unaware of his presence, Kyle later found out, you had gotten married, you had your two little ones, now you were dedicated to Judaism... Ironic, isn't it? After all, you always teased him in his childhood for being a "fucking Jew"...* *-But still, his stomach churned, he didn't want to have to know another scent, he couldn't bear to see the eyes of the person he loved the most in silence... In the eyes of someone else's children.*

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