Chapter 31
That evening Tambry sat on her bed wearing her lavender baby doll nightgown, leaning back with legs crossed, Lacuna Coil's Cold Heritage softly playing in her mp3 ear buds, a notepad on her lap, writing.
Dear Dipper,
I want to thank you for everything. You are so nice to everyone, but thank you specially for being so nice to me. You are the only one who cares about me. I know that when we touched, when we hugged, when we even sat next to each other that there was something between us, something special. For me I know it was love. I don't know for sure about what you feel, but I know that you really care about me, and that we would make such a cute couple. I think you may even love me, if only a little, but don't admit it because you belong to *her*...
Her eyes began to tear up, and she wiped her face and continued writing.
...and so I am alone. The pain of seeing you and not being able to be with you hurts too much.
I want to forget how I feel about you but I can't. So you won't forget me, here is a picture. I know Wendy will probably tear it up but I don't care. I want you to have something to remember me by.
She then paused and sat the notepad down, and then sitting up in the bed, legs folded to the side like a mermaid on a rock, she held out her phone and took a selfie, a sad smile on her face, tears running down her cheeks. Then she picked up the notepad and resumed writing.
I am glad you are happy. You deserve it after everything you have done for me. So I want you to know it's not your fault.
Love,
Tambry
XO
She printed out the picture on her wireless printer and then fetching it, she folded it and the letter and slipped them into an envelope, and wrote To Dipper on the front. Then she posted the picture on her blog. Goodbye. She glanced at the clock. Sunrise is at 6: 40 AM. If I get up at 6, I can get dressed, drop off the letter and then get there by then.
She walked out of her bedroom and checking that no one was around, walked into her parent's bedroom, and into their master bathroom. When she found what she wanted, she walked back to her bedroom and climbed into bed, and found that a strange relief came over her, a sudden relaxation.
Funny how now that I have decided, nothing matters anymore. Now that I know it's almost over I feel better. Letting go...letting go...is for the best...and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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"Before we can pick one, we should try to understand the guys we know she already doesn't like or doesn't get along with, you know, to figure out her type."
Wendy and Mabel looked at each other, smiling.
"Dipper, you never know. Sometimes guys you would think don't have chance make a girl fall the hardest. Sometimes she just needs to be shown that its someone right in front of her." And Wendy nudged Dipper affectionately and kissed his cheek.
"Haha! Yeah...." Then he looked down in thought. "Hmmm well, let's try. Robbie? Phffft. Obvious. No one likes a jerk right?" And knew it was a mistake as soon as he said it, Wendy was crossing her arms and not looking happy.
"Oh yeah, right..." He smiled sheepishly at her. "Sorry, uh, I forgot about you and Robbie." He turned to Mabel. "Nate? Nate had a thing for her, remember?"
Wendy dropped her arms. "Yeah, but she does NOT like Nate. To needy and tooooo jerky."
"Oh yeah. Well uh..." then his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah!"
