when somebody needs you

you'll trip and fall right out of love

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𝗪𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻
𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲?
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀
𝗢𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻?
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲 "𝘂𝘀" 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄?
𝗦𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹?
𝗚𝗼𝗱, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁
𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁
𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹?
𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 '𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝗮𝘆, "𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲?"
𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂
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        He couldn't just grieve over the death of his most precious relationship. Couldn't even hire Big Man Dan's funeral service to bury his lost love. No. If his parents frowned upon grieving over the death of Will, then they would most certainly turn their noses up at the thought of Dipper even shedding a tear over the departure of Candy Chiu.

        Least to say, he did his best to process it on his own time, also known as the night. Instead of sleeping, or focusing on schoolwork, he found himself staring at the pictures he'd taken with Candy over the years of their relationship.

        Dipper had thought about calling her a few times, knowing that it would do neither of them any good. She was in an entirely different time zone, and it was unlikely she would just forget about her plans in Yokohama to move back to Reverse Falls for him. No. He made his bed, and now he'd just have to lie in it.

        "I'm starting to worry about you." Mabel explained one evening in the middle of spring. "It's been months since. . .since it happened." Always cordial, never treading over the line, Mabel was. "And all you've done is throw yourself into work and then seclude yourself at night like some sort of vampire." She leaned closer to the mirror, adding a sharp wing to her already perfect eyeliner. "Speaking of vampires," she murmured, "you could stand to see some sun, Dipper."

        "Are you almost finished?" Dipper asked, irritated. "I want to get this over with."

        "Yikes," Mabel whistled, adjusting the thin straps of her prom dress. "I hate to break it to you, Dipper, but moping around and feeling miserable whilst trying to fool everyone else isn't going to do you any good." She twirled and smiled at her reflection. "You need this positive exposure. Spending some time outside this place," she gestured to his bedroom, but left her sentence unfinished.

        If it were up to him, Dipper would've rather ditched his school's prom entirely. However, seeing as he was crowned prom king, he had to make a grand appearance. A few months ago, he would've been thrilled to go, knowing he would be spending his night with the woman he loved. Now, it just seemed like the world was laughing at him.