A/n: Aaaaaand, last of the requests! This is a pretty lengthy oneshot, I hope that's alright with you all! Also, all of it is in Craig's POV, just heads up!

WARNING: Suicide mention, depression mention, and Craig is really OOC. I know this kind of stuff can make people uncomfortable.

Well, that's it from me for now! I hope you enjoy!

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(F/n) (L/n).

So delicate... So broken.

That was her. The one usually with her (h/c), (h/l) locks tucked away in the hood of her jacket. The one with the once vibrant (e/c) orbs that are now as dull and sullen like stormy clouds. The girl that once brought a smile to everyone's faces just by her mere, angelic laugh or her admiring personality. All it took was one day for everything to falter. One day for the girl I fell in love with to change.

It was subtle at first. No one really noticed the small hints of sadness in her smile nor how her voice was less joyous than before.

I did.

But I didn't dare say anything because I could've been wrong. That maybe I was reading too much into her actions; maybe I was so damn in love with her that the tiniest thing can put me into major concern. It hurts so much now to know that I could've prevented her pain. I wish I mentioned something earlier. I wish I talked to her back then from the beginning.

But I was in my own selfish world and I was afraid.

"Say, what ever happened to (F/n)?"

My ears prickled at the name. Freshman year, supposedly a brand new start from people that graduated from junior high. Although, not all people get that golden opportunity.

"What are you blabbing on about, asshole?" I grumbled over at Clyde. It was lunchtime and it was me, him, Token, Jimmy, and Tweek all at one table. One that was to the side but close enough to the neighboring tables to chat with others.

"Well... You know, after seventh grade... She kind of changed."

No, it was during sixth grade, dumbass, I thought. I bit down my tongue and replied with something else. "And?"

The jock shifted uncomfortably in his seat after noticing my cold gaze. He popped a chicken nugget into his mouth, probably to avert the attention away from him. Much to my displeasure, Jimmy brought back the topic. "I-I-I get what ya m-m-mean, C-Clyde," he stuttered. "(F/n) wasn't the same one we all knew from elementary school. Sh-She kind of b-b-b-became a loner."

"Yeah, and because of that, she's being bullied by some of the girls," Token muttered, shaking his head sympathetically.

I raised my eyebrows in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"Dude, did you not know?" Clyde piped up again with a genuine, surprised tone. "It's not like they bully her every single day but it's been a shit ton! I got no idea why but one time, I've seen Red slap her across the face! (F/n) didn't even fight back!"

"What?" I growled with a scowl. Instantly, I could feel my blood boiling with anger. I wanted to punch something... Someone but that, I can't do.

"Oh yeah! I was just passing by. It happened behind the bleachers just during football practice. Remember that day when coach held me back to do five laps around the track? I saw them right there! (F/n) was having her shit handed to her, like, no damn mercy! I was sure that slap left a mark on her cheek the rest of the day--"

"C-Clyde, stop it," Tweek interjected. You see, he was the only one that knew about my crush on her since we were in fifth grade. I didn't intend to tell him, it just kind of slipped. So when this kind of shit happens, the blond was always there to ease my anger. Although I don't show it, I appreciate his efforts.

Just like that, the conversation was dropped. We ate our lunch in peace... Until something else caught my focus.

Most eyes strayed over to the entrance, since that's where the commotion was heard from. I caught the sight of swaying, (h/c) hair through the sea of people. "Hey, bitch, don't ignore me while I'm talking to you!" I stood up from my seat to get a better view of the situation. Eric Cartman had a firm grip on the girl who was trying to leave. My eyes widened when I realized who the girl was.

"C-Craig, wait!"

I didn't bother to listen to Tweek. My feet was already taking me where the fatass and (F/n) had staggered off to. They were at the lockers and Eric now had her by the hair, pulling her along like some dog on a leash. "You listen to me next time, alright you little whore? You have no right to try to walk away from me!"

The moment I saw his chubby hand raise up, I pounced. In one swift movement, I punched the asshole right into his ugly mug. A wave of satisfaction surged through me as he toppled onto the ground with a loud thud. His brown eyes darted over on me, fire dancing in them, as he clutched onto his cheek. "What the fuck, bro! What was that for?!" He screeched at me.

"That's for treating (F/n) the way you did! If I ever see you hurting, harassing, or even touching her in any which way, I'll kick your ass so hard that you will be tasting your shit for months!" Fear flickered in his eyes for a split second, but then he tried to cover it up with a smirk. "What are you so smug about?"

"I don't know why you even bother to help her," he murmured out lowly. "She's a lost cause."

I shifted my gaze over to the (h/c) haired girl, who stood a couple feet away from us. She did her best to give me a reassuring glance but it looked more like a grimace. "H-He's right. Don't bother getting in trouble because of me..." She told me meekly. "B-Besides, I'm used to it."

After all these years along with all these people... They had continued to make her feel like shit and drove her into someone completely different. Some unrecognizable to the girl we all once knew in elementary school.

I absolutely lost it. Everything went by in a flash and all I could make out was the smell of metal and the thick, redness slicking my fists. I didn't even care how far I went, if I ended up killing the fatass, I wouldn't regret it.

I would've continued beating up the sorry excuse of a guy if a teacher hadn't come forward to stop the commotion. I didn't even notice the crowd that had formed while I was busy. Of course, I ended up being suspended from school for a few days. As much as I had expected it, I wasn't pleased. This only meant I couldn't keep an eye on (F/n) while I was gone.

~*~

The first day of suspension, I lazed around in my room with Stripe II on my chest. My parents were already at work and I was left at home to do whatever the fuck I wanted. I was already bored out of my mind... but also worried. It was already the afternoon, who knows what could be going on at school.

Ding Dong!

"Who the hell is that?" I grumbled out. Once I placed Stripe II back into his cage, I walked over to the front door all the way from my bedroom. I didn't expect this person to be on the other side. It was like I had summoned her over with all my internal concern. "(F/n)?"

The pale girl gazed at me with (e/c) eyes I still get feel my heart race over. "I-I'm sorry for visiting so suddenly. Am I interrupting you on anything?" she asked me, her voice timid.

I shook my head at her, laying my shoulder casually on the doorframe. She then turned her gaze away from me in a shy manner. At her current angle, I noticed the visible air leaving her lips. I didn't even realize how cold it really was outside until that point. I looked at her frame, the clothing she had on definitely wasn't enough to keep her by any means warm. "Why don't you come inside my house? You must be freezing."

Her eyes widened. "Oh no! I don't want to intrude, besides all I wanted to say was sorry for getting you into this mess," she sputtered out quickly.

I narrowed my gaze at her. "You don't have to apologize for that. Cartman was being a fat asshole. He needs to be fucking put in his place." I opened the door wider. "Just come in, alright? You'll get a cold staying out there." She stared at the opened door for a second, probably contemplating on what to do. Then, finally, she shuffled in. I closed the door behind us and led her to my living room. "So, any reason you didn't go to school today?"

(F/n) froze momentarily. Her hands were fiddling together and she didn't meet my curious gaze. "Ah, well, I decided to take a day off because I was feeling a bit under the weather," she replied in a low murmur. Instantly, something within me told me she was lying. Just the way she looked nervous on answering me was a dead giveaway, but I decided to keep that thought to myself.

"Ah, but you decided to come all the way to my house in the cold instead of staying inside?" A guilty look crossed her face, causing me to feel guilty as well. "Erm, it's fine. It was boring here anyway." I started heading over to my kitchen. "Want something warm to drink? I got some hot chocolate."

"That'd be fine," she nodded as she sat down on the couch. I quickly made the two of us some hot chocolate and returned back to the living room. I handed her the mug filled with the hot drink, taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch to give her space. She quietly thanked me and took a sip. I watched her intently. She was still beautiful in my eyes. The way her delicate features softened at the sweet taste of chocolate was enough to warm up my heart. She glanced up at me, catching me off guard and nearly making me jump in surprise. "Are you sure I can be here, Craig? I don't want to be a bother."

"I told you already that you're fine. I don't mind your company. You could hang out here if you want. You don't have to be so nervous around me, alright? I don't bite."

"W-Well, you kicked the crap out of Cartman last Friday. You could do more than bite."

I cracked a smile. "Fatass deserved that beating. You don't need to worry about me hurting you." My cheeks flared in embarrassment, now realizing how mushy I sounded just now. Jeez, even after all this time, this girl can still make my stomach twist in knots. I pushed aside my flustered feelings and stood up. "Want to watch a movie?" I stalked over to my family's collection of movies in the cabinet under our television.

"Um, sure," she agreed.

And so, the rest of that day, I was able to watch a couple movies with (F/n). It was something I always wanted to do, just to hang out with the girl I liked on days like these. We watched and commented on some parts in the movies that seemed off or stupid, teasing and laughing at the horrible acting and lines said. It was almost blissful until my little sister came home from school hours later. "Whoa, am I interrupting something here?" Ruby asked us the moment she entered through the door.

My crush stumbled onto her feet the moment my sister's voice cut through our third movie. "Oh, ah, no!" she stammered out with her wave of her hands. She glanced out the window. The sun was actually setting at this point. I didn't even realize how much time had passed since (F/n) first came in. "Jeez, is it already that late? I need to go now, actually." She picked up her jacket and put it on as she made her way towards the door.

I scrambled to stand as well and hurried to get my own jacket and hat. "Wait, let me walk you home!" I offered while coming to her side.

"You really don't have to," she told me.

"I want to."

"Ugh, just go already," Ruby groaned while pushing the two of us out of the house. "If you two really wanted more time alone together then don't waste time."

"Oi, don't be rude!" I shouted at her, flipping her off.

She returned the gesture with her own finger. "Whatever!" She closed the door behind her.

"Well, you can't get rid of me now, I guess," I murmured. (F/n) gave me a small nod and we began walking together. The walk was silent but it wasn't at all awkward. With the slight breeze and the sun setting behind the mountains in the distance, it was a serene scene. Maybe I should get suspended more often, today has been great.

We slowed to a stop on the sidewalk. I looked at her in confusion, knowing well that the houses nearby couldn't be hers. "I appreciate what you did for me the other day, but please don't try to defend me anymore."

"What?" I was shocked. Wouldn't it be natural to be thankful for someone to come to the rescue?

She hung her head. "Y-Yeah. Please. You seriously don't have to. Besides, I feel horrible that because of me, you have to be suspended. They might get expelled next time and I'd hate myself if that happened."

Instinctively, I reached over and grasped onto her shoulder. She jolted in surprise by my actions but made no move to pull away. "How could you say that? All these people treating you like shit and you don't want any of that to change? Don't you ever at least go to any adult about it? Like Cartman? He treats you like some worthless runt and that's not right! I also heard that the girls are bullying you too."

Her eyebrows furrowed and looked to be in a state of terror. "Y-You heard about that?"

"Yeah, I only heard about it that Friday too. (F/n), you don't deserve to be treated like shit, ok? If you can't stand up for yourself, then someone has to."

"N-No, they don't. It's not going to change anything. It was nice I was able to hang out with you today but I need to go back to..." Her voice trailed off like she just realized what she was about to say.

"Go back to what, (F/n)?" I asked her with a frown.

"G-Go back to avoiding you," she murmured out.

It was my turn to be shocked. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong before?" I asked her frantically. Hearing this fact from her broke my heart. Does she actually hate me?!

"No, y-you didn't do anything wrong. I-I really do have to go." She sped away up the driveway of... Wait a minute.

I rushed after her and grabbed onto her arm to stop her, desperate for her to know how I felt. "(F/n), if I didn't do anything wrong, then why are you avoiding me? I actually care a lot, you know? I-I don't care about a lot of things but you're an exception." Disbelief swam in her eyes as she gawked at me. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me but let me help you, let me into your life. I hate seeing you this way."

"C-Craig, please, I-I—"

"What do we have here?" Both of our heads swerved towards the now opened door of the house. "My, my (F/n), coming home late and you were out with a boy, are you finally rebelling?"

"Sorry, Eric," (F/n) whimpered out. She pulled away from my grasp and hurried into the Cartman household without muttering another word to me.

I was beyond frazzled. What exactly is going on here?! I glared over at Eric fucking Cartman, who sported nasty bruises and a cast for his arm. But his injuries didn't seem to faze him since he was deviously smiling at me. "Hey, Tucker. What's up?" he quipped like nothing had happened between us.

"What the fuck is going on?" I questioned him, the anger obvious in my voice.

"Heh? Man, I didn't know you would be this out of the loop," he smugly replied, his arms crossed over his chest. "Those girls sure know how to do things right."

"Answer me, Fatass!" I snarled at him.

"Even though this is old news, I guess you should know that her dad and my mom are together, have been for the past few years. Some could say that we're siblings." He took a step backwards into his house. "You should get going and continue your suspension at your own house. Alright? Alright." He closed the door in my face with muttering another annoying word.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to kick his ass again.

I wanted to make him suffer.

~*~

I had the right to be angry. Because, after that very day and the very week I had my suspension, something happened. Something I could've prevented if only I was there by her side. Tweek had called me that faithful, Friday night and told me the big beat down that happened behind the bleachers, (F/n) being the victim of it all. The blond told me he believes that Cartman might have been the puppeteer of everything. I wouldn't be damned surprised.

I ran to the hospital as fast as possible, wanting to make it to (F/n)'s side. A fire blazing within me, I didn't even care about the blistering cold outside, all I cared was that if she was ok. Bursting through the doors of Hell's Pass, I asked the person at the front desk for the right room to go to. Once getting the ok and the room number, I sped off without another word.

Inside was one other person, an older man with greying (h/c) locks and teary (e/c) eyes. He sat beside her bed, his hand firmly grasping onto the badly beaten girl's hand, murmuring words to her in a soft tone. Both their attention turned towards me the moment I opened the door. I stood at the doorway awkwardly, not really expecting someone else visiting (F/n). "Craig," she murmured out in bewilderment, her eye (yes, one eye since the other is nearly swollen shut) widening. "Wha... How d-did you know I was here?"

"My friend told me," I replied, cautiously making my way to her side. The fury only increased at the sight of her weak, beaten body. What exactly is going on? (F/n) doesn't deserve any of this.

I was tempted to reach out and grab her free hand but I restrained myself from doing so, since I could only guess the man in front of me was her father... Her father who is now with Cartman's whore of a mom. He seemed to sense my intentions though. "Who exactly is he, sweetheart?" he asked (F/n).

I glanced over at the girl to hear her answer. I wasn't really anything to her. I was an acquaintance at best. "He's Craig Tucker. A guy from my school... he's a friend." I was taken aback by her answer. Friend? I'll be more than happy to be her friend.

"A friend, you say?" Her dad's tone changed just slightly. It was lighter and twinged with a bit of joy. But then his expression stormed over. "Where were you when (F/n) was hit by a car?" Hit by a car? He doesn't even know the real reason she's here. This only fueled my anger brighter.

"I was suspended, sir. I wasn't able to be by your daughter's side at all this week," I answered.

(F/n) suddenly piped up, "Dad, can I please talk to Craig in private?"

The older man looked hesitant. "Are you sure?" he asked, giving me a small scowl. Once giving a nod, her dad stood up from his seat. "Fine, but I'll be right outside this door." He stalked out of the room, leaving the two of us alone inside.

I went over and took over the seat he once was in. "You were not run over by a car," I grumbled out. "Your injuries doesn't even look like they're from being hit by a car."

"I know, but please keep this a secret from him," she murmured. "He doesn't need to know a bunch a girls jumped me at school... Please, Craig."

I couldn't bring myself to deny the sad look on her face. I mentally kicked myself for agreeing so quickly. "Fine... But, why did they do that all of a sudden? Did something happen?"

She looked away from me. "You."

"Me?"

"Yes, because I hung out with you that day." Huh? "If you were wondering why you never see any girl pick on me before was so they don't get on your bad side. You're quite popular in school. I guess it'd be a big turn off for them."

"But why you particularly, I've seen girls pick on others plenty of times before."

"They said it was because you like me but I don't believe that."

She had answered me so casually that I didn't quite grasp on right away. 'Because you like me...' (F/n) was one of the few people I haven't been a complete asshole to in elementary school. If she ever said hello to me, I would never scoff and look away, I would give her a nod in greeting. If she asked me if she could borrow a pencil, I would usually comply with it and give her one of my extras. I may not be the most expressive guy in school but it's the subtle actions that shows what I feel about others. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that I had a soft spot for her... I still do. "What makes you not believe it?"

Her cheeks tinted pink. "Well, I don't know. You having a crush on me seems impossible."

"But, it's not impossible."

My reply must've shocked her, as she averted her gaze back onto me. "W-What?!"

I rested my head into the palm of my hand, leaning more into it so to be closer to her. "I'm being serious. I had a crush on you since we were in fourth grade. Nothing has changed."

"O-Of course things have changed... I changed. Why would you still like me? I'm an outcast... I don't fit in anywhere in school..." Her eyes were brimmed with tears as she continued to talk lowly about herself. My heart pained seeing her blabber on about how she truly feels. "There's so much other girls a lot better than me. You deserve someone that isn't—"

"(F/n), stop." She clamped her lips shut immediately. "My feelings are not going to change for you... it just goes down to how you feel about me."

"How I feel about you?"

"That's right."

"... I-I've liked you too."

~*~

That should've been it.

I thought at that point on, what we had for those two months were enough. Being with her had brought such a big change to my life and I didn't hate it. In fact, all I did was show her how much I cared. I protected her from all the evil in the school. I even convinced her to stay some nights with me when Cartman became too obnoxious to her. I did my best... but it wasn't enough.

I didn't even get to say how much I loved her.

I should've said it the moment we got together because I knew in my gut that it was true.

In fact, I deeply believed that (F/n) was the only girl for me and no one else could replace her.

But, maybe I just wasn't enough.

It was a gruesome day. One filled of teasing and shoves and so much hate. A normality the two months we've been together. I was used to it and I didn't really care too much about it. Tweek had supported us... Token reluctantly supported us... Clyde... Jimmy... Well.

We had walked home together that day, something we'd do. I should've noticed there was different aura to the girl I could finally call mine.

I thought she was doing better.

It wasn't until those whispered words she told me before we parted ways that threw me off. The one that should have waved a red flag to me. "When it happens, don't cry. Look up to the sky and say goodbye."

"Huh, where are you sprouting this from?" I asked her, completely oblivious to what was to come.

"Mmm, just lyrics I remembered from a song. I wanted to share it with you." She gave me a gentle smile, one that eased all worries I had until that point. "I better get going." She leaned forward and her lips covered mine in a short yet sweet kiss. I was appalled at that moment, since she wasn't one to engage first in physical affection.

Our first kiss.

I captured her lips once again to mine to savor the bliss I've craved for so long. She obliged straight away, wrapping her arms around my neck to deepen the already passionate kiss.

I realize now that that could've been the perfect time to tell her I loved her.

"I'll see you," she had murmured to me once pulling away.

I gave her a nod, kissed her cheek, and walked to my house.

It was late that night when everything happened. My phone was ringing and it was nearly one in the morning. The moment I saw it was her calling me, I answered straightaway. But it wasn't her angelic voice that came through that speaker... it was Cartman's. He talked to me in a fast and sloppy tone, making it harder for me to understand. At some point, I wanted to hang up on him but I decided to seriously listen... and when I did, my heart sank to the floor.

"Dude, you have t-to come over right now. (F/n) is—she, uh, she's just hanging there and she's not breathing. I-I think she's dead..."

I had never run so fast in my life. I fled from my house, not caring that I woke up my parents or my sister, and sped over to the Cartman residence. I was just in my sweatpants and my thinly clothed shirt, despite it snowing that moment. I knocked as fast and as loud as I could on that door. Ms. Cartman was the one to open for me. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and she looked very close to bawling again at the sight of me. Her body was shaking as she ushered me inside. "I'm so sorry, Craig," she told me. I didn't even bare her a second glance, I was already zooming over to her bedroom. I passed Cartman, who was sitting right outside her room, his head in his knees. I didn't bother to say anything to him either.

Inside was the most heart wrenching thing I've ever seen. From the ceiling fan, a rope was tied and at the end of the other side was (F/n)... her neck abnormally bent at the loop and her whole body motionless. I crumpled onto the floor on my knees and let my tears fall.

Why did it have to be her?

I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I glanced up and saw her father. He looked as bad as I did, after all, he did just lose his daughter. He was holding out a piece of paper, urging me to grab it. "It has your name on it, she must've written it for you before this." His voice was hoarse and it cracked, enough for me to know that's he's close to hysterics.

I grabbed the piece of paper from him and unfolded it to read whatever is inside.

Dear Craig,

I am so sorry it had come to this. I know that you tried to help me. You made me feel love that I didn't think I would ever experience. Now that I think back on it, I was never sure if you were genuine or you dated me out of pity but I have to thank you for making me feel special for once in my life. But the bottom line here was, it wasn't enough. Honestly, I felt like a burden to you. Because we had gotten together, our days at school only gotten worst with the increased bullying. My depression only gotten worse, despite all you have done for me.

I'm writing this note to you so you can move on. You deserve to be happy, Craig, and coping over my suicide forever isn't going to do it. So, please, for me, live your life to its fullest and find a worthy girl.

Finally, right here, I will tell you why all of this had come to how it is today. My parent's divorced when we reached sixth grade. It broke me completely. I loved both of my parents and the close-knit family relationship we had. All of that changed when it was revealed that my father had a mistress, which was Cartman's mom. On top of that, my dad gotten full custody of me, so I no longer got to see my mother. Before I even knew it, she had moved somewhere else and forgot all about us. That's where my depression first began. Coping with my broken family, I changed. I didn't eat as much, I slept less, and I was just a person who hid in their shell all the time. I began to lose friends because I wasn't as social as I used to be. And once my dad and I moved into the Cartman house, everything worsened. Along with the grueling ridicule I get from him, he managed to get the girls to bully me in school.

Nothing excited me. Not a lot of things made me smile. I was always hoping for the day to be over, because night time, nothing bad ever happens. I was a broken girl with nothing else to live for.

But, thank you, Craig. You are the only person I could genuinely say that I love. Yes, I love you, Craig. I have for a while now.

Please don't dwell on my death for too long. Goodbye, I hope we'll meet each other again in another timeline.

Love, (F/n) (L/n)

I choked out a sob after finishing the letter. I let out a frustrated scream, banging my pale white, fists onto the carpeted floor.

(F/n), let me drown in sadness for a while. Let me be a little selfish and cry all that I can. You say that you should move on but how could I?

All at once, I lost the love of my life.

So broken... still delicate.

My (F/n).

Goodbyes make you think. The make you realize that you've had, what you lost and what you took for granted. So, appreciate what you have, before it becomes what you had...