'I'm sorry.'

you were leaving for college. It was about time you finally escaped this shithole. You hate everything and everybody in it.

You meant that. Even if it meant including your childhood bestfriend, Stan Marsh.

you got in an argument awhile back. You haven't spoken since, and its not like you plan on it.

you had said goodbye to everybody. Now it was time to leave. Boarding your bus, a cracked voice yelled after you.

"KYLE! KYLEE! WAIT, WAIT!"

He slowed down, panting and holding up his hand.

"Please just wait a second, Kyle!"