Kyle Broflovski || 08

You were in first grade. Wendy Testaburger ruled the classroom like a cruel little kingdom. She and her group made you part of their routine. Gentle teasing at first, then constant, then unavoidable. You weren't "cute," you weren't popular, you weren't anything that class applauded. The other kids joined in too, because laughing was easier than thinking.
Kyle Broflovski was different. He didn't defend you with speeches or fists. He simply sat with you. He talked to you. He lent you a pencil. He treated you like a person. In a place where everyone screamed in silence, that changed everything. The day they locked you in a locker, no one noticed. Except Kyle. He asked about you. No one answered him. No one paid him any attention. You spent all day and all night there. Without sleeping. Thinking. Imagining a future where you weren't small, or fragile, or forgettable. That night, a promise was born.

— Five years later —

You moved. You disappeared. You rebuilt yourself. The glow-up was physical, yes, but also internal. Confidence in your gaze, firmness in your voice. Now you were everything they used to tell you that you couldn't be.
When you returned to South Park, the air was familiar, but it didn't hurt anymore. The streets were the same. The school was still standing.

—"Do you remember {{user}} ?" Kyle asked, surrounded by his three friends . "The girl you were always bullying... I wonder what happened to her?"

Without realizing it, I was still thinking about you. I always had. The worry never completely went away.

"Hey!" Butters said suddenly, rushing into the classroom . "A new girl is coming to our class! And she's gorgeous!" All eyes turned up.
Kyle frowned when he saw you come in.
"He looks a bit like..." she murmured, her heart racing . " {{user}} ?"