"Well…" She started slowly, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "Really… it's just… it's just my family." Her green eyes met Dipper's hazel, and with the little understanding nod she found herself breaking.
Breaking into him.
She sobbed, the pressure finally making her cave into this source of reassurance and warmth.
Pacifica told him how her parents treated her so coldly- she wasn't their daughter. She never really felt like it. She was a beautiful little ornament that had to uphold the family name, but nothing more. Money and power flowed through her blood, and the poor girl was trained to be ruthless, to be a liar, to be a cheat to get what she wanted.
Pacifica wasn't really their daughter- she was simply another thing they would use to keep their name and remain the family they had always been.
'And now?" She brokenly cried, Dipper hugging her. "Now I'm just a disappointment. I disobeyed, and I ruined everything. I'm nothing to them now. Mother won't even talk to me, and father only yelled at me- calling me a blemish in the Northwest family."
She continued crying into Dipper's shirt, the weight being lifted ever so slightly off her shoulders. At least now she didn't feel like she was simply going to suffocate under the pressure.
A few minutes later, there was no noise other than the breathing of the two children. Pacifica was lying into Dipper, staring blankly into the grass while gripping his shirt. The brunette's arms were wrapped around her, but he gazed upwards at the birds in the branches of the trees, the sun illuminating them.
"…Wow… I… I don't even know what to say…"
Well… of course you don't, Pacifica thought to herself numbly, no one ever knows what to say.
"But, you know… even if to them you're a disappointment, they don't rule your life. You're still a great person, and I guess you just have to be awesome and prove it to them. They'll grow old and bitter and die liars. What about you? Do you want to die a fraud, just so they're happy?"
"…No…" The girl mumbled to herself, taking in those words slowly.
"Then be a disappointment. Disobey. If it means throwing away your family, then so be it." He said it with just confidence and clarity, Pacifica really felt his words becoming her thoughts and her beliefs.
"But… I don't want to be alone…" She responded softly, clutching the fabric of his red shirt tighter.
She looked up when she felt Dipper's arms tighten into a warm hug, only to be met by his tired, wet eyes that looked like they were about to explode and his warm smile, that seemed so full of insecurity and fear.
"You won't be."
Guys it's not over.
Gotta give Dipdips his fair share of sadness.
By the way, here you go Dark, Mysterious Author. Your wish is my command.
