It was wrong, and he knew it. It had been years since he'd seen her. Years since the tragedy that had taken his sister away from him. Yet he was back here, five years later, in her house, tangled up in her long auburn hair. Their bodies were intertwined intricately as the sunlight faded into the night. Her lips were warm and soft when they brushed against his.
It felt so good, but so bad at the same time. He hated her a few years ago. Words were said, and he'd been hurt. He'd resented her for getting his sister killed. He swore he'd never come back. But now here she was, wrapped around him. Dipper didn't know exactly how it had gotten this far, and he never knew the dangers that lay ahead.
"Are you going to leave again?" she whispered as they held each other in the dark.
"I don't know," he replied softly, his hand rubbing the small of her back. "But I sure as hell don't want to..." And with that, he fell asleep, cuddled against her. She could feel his heart beating with her ear pressed up to his chest. Wendy wished for her heart to beat that way again. But she knew it never would.
The little brown cat in the corner of the room slinked out the door, her tail curled behind her. She wasn't going to let him leave Wendy again.
A/N: There you go, dear readers! The prologue for Broken Clocks, my sequel to Wendy's Dipping Sauce. Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. I wanted to write a solid two chapters of the story to get a feel for where it was heading. That way I could write an accurate preview. The sequel will be a lot more angsty than the first, if that's even possible. There will be some surprises, i guess. But you guys are smart and you'll probably figure it out ;) Anyways, you can expect the first chapter up by this Friday, September 21st Thanks! -Your Faithful Acorn