Bill Cipher X Reader & OC

After the War, Gravity Falls songfic/sadfic

Wake up.

Mabel's eyes open, and she wonders why her face is wet and something feels wrong.

Say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you.

She turns and props her head up. "Morning Bro-br..." she trails off as it hits her. Oh. Right.

If there's no one there, then there's no one there...

She sees the empty cot, and turns her head away. It hurts too much to look at.

...But at least the war is over.

She gets up and leaves the room, pulling on a sweater and trying to pretend there weren't tears clouding her vision.

It's us; yes we're back again.

She wanders through the streets, and when people see her, they do a double take. It's not shocking. She'd taken to wearing his old hat, and everyone knew he was... not going to be walking through the streets again.

Here to see you through 'til the days end.

She slides toward the woods to avoid the looks, and she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns and saw the sad green eyes of the blond, who just looks at her. Even if it's just a look, the girl in the sweater understands. They're in the same place right now... they both lost him.

And if the night comes, and the night will come...

The girl in the sweater pulls away and runs into the trees, letting the tears flow free.

Well, at least the war is over.

She stands in the clearing and wonders why it was so peaceful. It was never this peaceful when he was... when he was here. It was chaos, and danger, and while it was fun at first, it got more and more disturbing as time went by... and then he was gone, and so was all the chaos.

He gave himself away to free them all.

Lift your head and look out the window.

The blond sits in the darkened streets, trying not to be noticed. She can't go back. She can never go back...

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go.

She knows they wouldn't discover it for a few more hours... and she knows that as soon as they do, things will either get a lot worse for her... or they might get better.

Listen, the birds sing... listen, the bells ring...

A girl with red hair in a green shirt is standing at the stone of a friend. She is still trying to figure out what to do. This has happened to her before. That will never make it easier.

She knows that she got through it before though, and she will get through it again.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living.

She sighs, and places the flowers on the ground with a smile. It's bittersweet, but she knows he was never one to make people cry on purpose.

The war is over, and we are beginning.

She turns and leaves the graveyard, but not before making a stop to talk to someone else very important to her. She's seen this happen, and it's horrible... but there will always be tomorrow.

Gridlock on the parkway now.

The old man is staring blankly at the book in his scarred hands. He won't accept it. He didn't accept it last time, and he managed to change it. Why should this be different? There has to be a way to get the kid back. There just has to. He's already lost too much.