Author: Kenny's Goodness
Title: Back Here Baby
Type of Work: fan fic script (South Park)
Source: CMv1 #39

© Copyright 2002 Kenny's Goodness

Baby set me free…from this misery…I can’t take it no more…

Lily Marsh sat down in her room, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her heart. It had only been ten minutes since she had had her talk with Cartman, and already she felt like she was going to burst inside. Outwardly, however, no one would have been able to tell. Eyes hard and glaring, she warded off all comers with her imposing look. Inwardly, however, she was a wreck.

Since you went away…nothing’s been the same, don’t know what I’m living for…

She looked around, making sure no one was nearby and then sighed sadly, pulling her knees up and hugging herself softly. All that was going through her head right now were little fleeting visions…visions of the time they had spent together. A second here, a minute there, time that was precious, but…too short…

Here I am…so alone…and there’s nothing in this world I can do…

She cursed herself inwardly, furious that she could have ever thought of kissing someone else. Even someone as attractive to her as Augustus Gloop was, it still wasn’t right. She pounded her fist softly on the ground, the small silver star on her forehead glowing dully in her frustration. What *had* she seen in him, anyway?

Until you’re back here, baby…miss you, want you, need you so…

She stood up and walked over to her window, looking out at the snow covered streets below. There, she could see him, her one true love, sitting on the curb. She fervently wished she could see what his face, to see if there might be any hope for her, but she knew it was too late. She had done the unthinkable.

Until you’re back here baby…there’s a feeling inside I want you to know…

She slowly lifted her hand and placed it on the window, pressing against it, as if trying to escape from the thoughts that were raging through her mind and the cursed blackness in her heart. The icy hand of guilt was slowly wrapping its fingers around her heart, and she winced, trying to hold back the tears.

You are the one and I can’t…let you go…

Down on the ground, Cartman turned his head, as if some hidden instinct had told her she was there. They met each other’s eyes briefly and then he turned away, his eyes downcast, hurt. He slowly walked off without a backward glance, leaving her at the window, just watching, ever watching, as he disappeared into the snowy twilight.

Then the tears fell.