Love Unheard

Chapter 13

(Dipper pov)

I sit on the couch of his suite, a mug of hot choclate in my hands. Glancing in the mug the marchmellows form a smiley face which is ironic considering a demon who ruined everything made it for me.

I look up at him as he sits in an arm chair across from me. "You feeling better?" I give a weak shrug as I take a sip of the hot chocolate before setting the mug on a nearby end table and signing to him as I talk just like always.

"Why the dreams? Why did you haunt my dreams so much?"

"Dipper, I never intentionally went into your dreams. I was as surprised as you when you told me about the dreams. The best conclusion I can think of is that maybe my presence made your mind think of all the trauma you went through when you were 12. That formed in the dreams. It could have been my presence or just being in Gravity Falls again."

"But in my dreams I could hear."

"There have been people who had a hand amputated and swear that in a dream they had a hand that was fully fuctional but when they wake up it's like they lost their hand all over again."

"Why did you take me out of the bubble? You were content with putting me into it in the first place so what changed?"

".....I like you, Dipper, a lot. The things I told you in the forest after we found that bunker, that kiss we shared, none of that was fake. It was all very real. I put you in that bubble because I was trying to convince me that none of it was true."

"Why?"

"A long time ago, around the time I was first turned into a demon, there was a boy I was friends with. He had a birthmark just like yours. He didn't have any family, was abandoned as a child. We hung out more and our feelings grew. One day, I wanted to keep messing around and playing but he was tired. I didn't realize it back then but he was sick. He told me to stay standing in one place and if I moved then I lost the game. If I was still there then I won. So I stayed put. He....he never came back."

"He died?"

"Yeah. Died in his sleep. But I didn't know. So I stayed put there for thousands of years waiting for him to return. Eventually I used my powers to find out why he was taking so long to come back and when I did, he was already reincarnated and with someone else. I grew angry. For centuries I would search for him whenever he got reincarnated but I always found him too late. So my anger and bitterness grew. I grew angry at the world for this happening and angry at you and your reincarnations because I could never have you. So by the time I met you when you were 12, I was just full of anger. It's why I tried to kill you and destroy the world. When I came back, somehow still alive, I just tried to finish what I started. But then I got to really know you. You are different then the boy I knew but still so wonderful. I fell for you all over again."

"What was the boy's name?"

"Mason. His name was Mason."

"Mason is my birthname. Before people started calling me Dipper it was Mason."

He smiles slightly. "That is indeed some irony. I know that I did a lot of fucked up things and nothing will ever make that better. But I want to at least try."

"You lied and tricked me. Why didn't you just leave me in the bubble? I was happy for once...."

"....why didn't you ever talk to anyone in the bubble? You would sign but you never tried talking. I've noticed it when we were at school too or just in town. You only spoke and signed to me. Why?"

"I know that I talk too loud. Even if I can't hear it, I can tell by how everyone reacts to my voice. No one wants me to talk anyway, so why not just go silent? People assume that those who lack hearing can't talk anyway."

He gets up and sits next to me gently holding one of my hands.

"Has anyone ever told you or gave any indication that they didn't like your voice? Did I ever tell you that at all?"

"No."

"You are the one who is cutting yourself off from everyone. You have a miraculous voice and everyone would be lucky to hear it. If you would just open yourself up to new experiances more often."

Letting go of my hand he picks up a guitar that was next to the couch and I recognize it as the one I gave him the first time we ever hung out. He starts playing something and I wish more than anything I could hear what he's playing.

"I know we'll never grow old together
'Cause you'll never grow old to me
You're the pink in my cheeks
And I'm scared 'cause that means
I'm a little bit soft

But don't beat yourself up, Dipper
It wasn't just the sun that I was hiding from
We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live
And I'm still scared that I'm not good enough

I've always felt like a monster
Long before I was bit
But only seen as a monster
Let's just say I'm used to it
And I grew tough 'cause love, it only hurt me back
But loving you's a good problem to have
And I'm used to that, but I could get used to this
Yeah, I'm used to that, but I could get used to this

And I know we'll never grow old together
'Cause you'll never grow old to me
You're the pink in my cheeks
And I love that it means
I'm a little bit soft
You're the pink in my cheeks
And I love that it means
I'm a little bit soft"

I cup his cheek in my hand and cut him off as I gently kiss him, blushing more as I feel him kiss me back.