So I can't get over the end of Gravity Falls ;( So I poured all of my angst into this little thing. I am currently obbsessed with the song A Sadness Runs Through Him by the Hooziers. I have been listening to this song on repeat for a vey long time, please send help... Nonetheless. Enjoy the Dipper Angst, although I wished that we could have learned Dippers real name...
IDONOTOWNGRAVITYFALLS (although if I did I wouldn't have ended it so soon...) Enjoy!
A single eye illuminates the room, pupil-less eyes stare back. A beat, another, and another. No efforts to move. Hidden in the darkness, invisible even to Him, who knows all; sees all. She sits, waits, following this fortuitous encounter. Still no movements. Eye's locked in an eternal staring contest, two on one. A twitch, a small spasm. Only a finger moving, but it is enough to wake the demons. Blue hand reaches out in a silent offer. He still doesn't move. A beat, another, and another.
Recently he'd been slipping, swirling, deeper and deeper beneath the suffocation waves of depression; asphyxiated by his unrequited sorrows. She watched him drift with silent panic. Hands reaching out to catch him from his damned fall, but fingers not grabbing; not close enough to hold him close, hide him from the horrors of this world. To cradle him like a babe; until he finally saw what to live for.
Brought back from her musings she saw none had yet moved still. He had him in his iron grip, forcing him from his shell, puppets on a string. He saw his melancholy as an invitation, lapping up the beautiful sorrow from within him, trying to keep him prisoner within his mind. Eye burns brighter, light continues to flood with this tainted light. He moves again, more than a spasm this time, his eyes screw shut, he contemplates his enticing offer; a deal with the devil. His hand flutters, threatening to take his. My mouth opened in silent shouts for him to 'Stop! Stop, what are you doing! You don't want this!'. His hand flutters once more. Closer to his, his eye making offers that I could only dream of, a temptation he couldn't dismiss. His hand moves closer and closer, an unobtrusive peril.
He takes the hand proffered to him and the thud he makes echos around me. I watch the lifeless corpse with a sick fascination, my brother's last breath leaves him to the mercy of Death. The sorrows he had contained had finally taken all from him. Wide eye watches all; oh morose obsession. He had a morbid joyousness in life taking. He doesn't spot me still as he fled this dour place; a place of bereavement.
Tears sprung forth in a silent manner. In an indistinct respectful manner. I mourn the loss of my brother. He couldn't be saved; he finally drowned, misplaced in the stream of his anguish. A black river. He was gone and I was lost too.