Author's Note: sorry because I'm trash and I post very little. Anyway - here is the first chapter from part 2 of my Gravity Falls fanfiction "Remember me when I'm gone". I hope you like it :) Feel free to read the first part if you haven't already and let me know your opinionis in the reviews! Enjoy ~

Chapter 1

It is snowing. The sky is covered by grey clouds. The wind holws between the branches of the trees that surround the little hut. It is not yet night. Stanely is watching the snowflakes as they were pouring out of the sky, falling onto the cold windows and then dissapearing like nothing happened.

But they were there, just a moment ago. Although you cannot see them anymore, they were right before your eyes, beautifully enveloped in cold.

As Stanely placed his hand on the cold glass, few cold droplets started pouring down his eyes. Ford... He was right there. They could be together. But he failed. Once again, he failed at making things work. Stanely is believing that it is his fault. He doesn't know what to do anymore. What will he tell his parents? They will find out eventually. And the authorities? He's so fucked.

He turns around, letting his head fall back. The couch is not really comfy, but he doesn't mind it. He is holding a red book, covered with a golden six-fingered hand with the number 1 on it. He is staring at the cover, not really being able to hold back his tears.

He's placing his hand over the golden one on the book. He feels so hopeless.

Suddenly, as if a lightning just struck him, Stanlet asks himself:

'What day is it...?'

Looking around the room, his gaze eventually places upon a calender. It is the month of December That's for sure. But what day? Well, it seems that most of the days were cut with a red pencil. The lat day cut is the 23rd of December. That was yesterday...

'So it is Christmas Eve huh...?' Stanley whispers, looking down at the book in his hands.

His mind starts rumbling with thoughts. He remembers all the times he used to blame his parents for not being able to give them cool stuff like other kids on Christmas. He feels stupid for that. He needed to cherish them as much as he could at that moment because they were together. Just them. A family.

Keeping the book thightly in his hands, Stanley could not resist the urge to cry. Although he is alone in this shack, he can't give himself in this thing called "crying". And afterall, what would tears solve? Nothing. They can't bring his brother back or his family. Tears could also not bring an explanation about what happened to his brother.

The night is already settling. Snowflakes are falling down, flown away by the crazy windblasts. The wind is crawling between the cracked windows into the poorly-lit room, making Stanley shiver. His hands freeze on the sides of the book, in his fingers beginning to crawl a sickly violet-red color.

Darkness falls across the land, enveloping Stanley into a veil of sorrow and sadness. What is he going to do? He has no idea. There are so many reasons for why he is so fucked. How will he ever be able to tell his parents about his brother? Or the authorities?

He wishes that everything could be like before.

A beautifully haunting song escapes his lips, creeping through his fingers and wrapping room in a sad atmosphere.

'So this is Christmas / And what have you done

Another year over / And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas / I hope you have fun

The near and the dear one / The old and the young

A very Merry Christmas / And a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one / Without any fear'

Stanley's voice is hoarse and cranky. But the song is so alluring... Like a warm open fire that makes you want to curl up in your bed. Stanley looks at the windows once more. The smell of coldness and snow is very powerful. He closes his eyes, and brings the book up to his chest.

Hugging the journal, Stanely manages to only mumble few words before giving in his emotions:

'Merry Christmas... Mom... Pop... F... Ford... MERRY CHRISTMAS FORD!'