I went to her funeral. It was a must for me. It was raining that day. How cliche. I didn't bring an umbrella. I thought that maybe, the rain could hide my tears. Tears of failure, tears of regret, tears of frustration.
"Dipper, you need an umbrella?" Stan called me by my real name. Not 'Kid' or 'Sport', just Dipper. For some reason, that struck me. For once, he was acting seriously.
"No." I replied flatly. He turned to Mabel and shrugged. I glared at my sister. She did this, I thought. If she didn't force me to go into that closet, we wouldn't have encountered that doppelgänger! A rage from deep down inside me was focused on her. She glanced at me, only to shudder and look away.
"..." I hate her. I hate her. I hate her so much.
As the preacher or priest or what ever he was droned on, I actually paid attention and heard some of his words. "Wendy, who we loved most dear..." Wendy. Loved. Most dear. Who I loved most dear.
"Dipper, c'mon." My sister called me, since everyone was gone except us 3. Stan, Mabel, and me.
"I'll leave you two alone. But hurry up." Stan said before he went his van. When he left, it was just us two. The only sound was the rain falling.
Mabel reached for my hand to take me, but I smacked it away. "Don't touch me." I said coldly.
"Dipper." Mabel said, rubbing her hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure Wendy would forgi-"
"NO SHE WOULD'NT!" I screamed. What does she know? "Mabel, it's not all fun and games! Nothing will be alright after I leave this graveyard! Nothing!" I pointed at Mabel as I let out my frustration. I closed my eyes to try and stop the tears even though the rain will hide them. "She'll NEVER forgive me for killing her, even if it was an accident! No one will! Not Soos, not Stan, not Wendy's family!"
"Dipper, Wendy isn't the type to hold grudges, and neither are the citizens of Gravity Falls! She's in a better place! Everyone will understand what happened, and I was a pure accident!" Mabel finished to see if I was convinced. I wasn't.
"You killed her, and you know it!" I finally figured it out. It was Mabel who killed her. "If you hadn't have pushed us in that closet, NONE of this would've happened! NONE OF IT! You did it willingly! That wasn't an accident, was it?! We would probably be hanging out at the Shack and... and laughing and enjoying ourselves... But you ruined it. You ruined it all..."
"I hate you, Mabel..."
Mabel stood there, speechless. She looked down at her shoes, and then ran to Stan's car.
I didn't even know my hand was reaching out to her. "Mabel, I'm sorry..."
One or two more chapters to come! I know it's pretty short, but it was first intended to be a one shot. I'm still wondering if I should do Pinecest in here. Hmmm.