Dear Pacifica,
There's something I need to tell you, it's kinda hard to explain. . . I-
I crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it aside.
It wasn't good enough.
I was never gonna write a letter that would be good enough to explain what I had done. I shouldn't have listened to Dipper in the first place.
I put the pen to the paper to try again.
Dear Pacifica,
I scribbled over my writing. I just couldn't do it. I rested my notebook on my lap and stared at Bill.
"What would you tell her?" I asked sarcastically. Bill stared back at me with that seemingly vacant, empty expression.
"I mean, I don't like her. . . but I kinda do," I tore at my hair and gritted my teeth in frustration. "Ugh! Why do girls make everything so complicated?!"
I fell down on the grass, letting the notebook and pen slide off my knees and onto the ground.
"Her hair smelled like peaches! Freaking peaches!" I yelled at the sky. I slammed my fists on the dirt and tore clumps of grass from the earth.
Maybe I wasn't in love with her, what did love feel like?
What does love feel like?
There came that empty feeling again, scratching at the back of my brain like a dog scratching and begging for a door to open.
Shut up, I told myself. Shut up, shut up, shut up. . .
The feeling didn't go away then. . .
or later. . .
Sometimes I think it never will.
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Triple Pines
Fanfikce[COMPLETED] Gravity Falls (semi-original) Triplet!AU, inspired by the fanart and comics created by doublepines Imagine if Tyrone hadn't died at the end of the episode, Double Dipper, how would the twins' lives had changed? After four years of feelin...
