Stan looked at the two children, their sleeping forms rising and falling slowly underneath their blankets.
He smiled softly, a feeling of sadness in his heart.
Such innocent children, but he could see it.
He saw the way Mabel's happiness faded. How her hope had hints of doubt.
Dipper's eyes were suspicious or sad. A feeling of wanting to be happy, yet the boy felt as though he caused his own issues.
These two children, with their bright eyes and cheery smiles, who had no weight on their shoulders...
They'd be leaving him with a heavy heart, a shadow of doubt in their light of faith.
Stan couldn't help but blame himself.
It could all be traced back to him.
From breaking his brother's science project, to arguing with him and losing him...
It was all his fault at the end of the day.
All he wanted was to have his family.
But he felt as though he was going to lose them all.
He smiled once more, before closing the door.
He loved his family.
But he seemed to only ever hurt them.
Weesnaw.