I've been to hell and back, but never have I felt this unsure. I just don't know if I'm doing what's right this time. Daniel may never see his daughter again. But I may never see Dipper. I know she's determined, but love can make you do stupid, stupid things. I would know. Stanford helped her get the radioactive waste, and implanted the tooth. He worked nonstop to get her in the pod safely. He misses his Dipper more than any of us bargained for. Any trace of comfort or happiness that being back on Earth brought him, is gone. He'll watch her until she gets too far out of range. Then, there's nothing we can do but hope.
Ugh, I just… Dammit… I… The lazy redhead who I once hired for cheap labor is now on her way to a distant world and I'm crying on the roof. I'll never admit it to anyone but myself, but there isn't anything in my eyes.
Pointdexter says the pod is equipped with enough supplies to last a year and a half, and she can go into hypersleep if she needs to. Dipper would kill us if he knew she was going on her own.
But she insisted this was her flame. I respect that.
I can still remember his face after he came back from a movie night at her house that one summer. He must have been fifteen. I remember Mabel teasing him for hours as he stared into space, lost in one kiss.
I remember his voice when he told me over the phone that his parents, were splitting up.
I remember how tall he was that last summer.
When he looked at death.
When refused to see his sister fall.
When he left us.
When I first found Mabel's drugs in the weeks after. She was only making the pain go away. Aren't we all?
Her tears. The hours she spent pouring over his every item, picture, or piece of clothing. The ghosts of smiles that are still far and few between
I have lost both of the twins.
Maybe he's still out there. Or maybe we're sending Wendy to her death. I don't think she'd have it any other way, though. I climbed down off the roof. My back protests painfully.
Sounds and light filter up from the basement. Stanford is probably still up, obsessing over an experiment to get his mind off of the hole that's slowly tearing each of us apart. Or maybe he's passed out from drinking. I know I would be.
I looked at Mabel who had fallen asleep on floor in front of my chair again, her brown hair askew, and her face, once happy and full, now washed with sadness, even in sleep. She would have gone with Wendy in a heartbeat… But she doesn't know. I cannot let her die. Not her.
When did this home become so broken?
The Earth spins.
The sky watches.
A human looks back at earth for the last time.
She will find what matters to her most.
Even if it's not what she thought it was.
A sixteen year old boy, lifetimes away, is making his final stand.
Lament.
Love.
Grief.
These are the things that make us human.
Author's Note: Alright. chapter three. At first, I didn't want to continue this story, but then... Well thanks to some reviews and a little thinking... I gonna leave this open. I'm not promising that im gonna continue it, but I very well may when i get a break from school and whatnot. This story has been really fun so far, and please tell me what you think! ideas, requests, and anything you have to say are appreciated! *** I will be publishing a Reverse Falls fanfic soon, in the next few weeks. I'm super excited, and if anyone has thoughts on the AU that they think I should use, I would appreciare them. Im not an expert on reverse falls, sadly. thank you guys for reading this and your support means so much! don't die!