A Different Path. (BillFord)

Going through all the time Bill was with him. It wasn't that bad, was it? If I really think about it, he was actually kind of nice to me. Well, as nice as he can get.

And what if I start to miss him?

What if I visit him every day?

So what if nobody knows about it?

All questions I ask myself as I walk to his statue every day.

We ended him, so why do... I feel... guilty.

Is he really gone? Is he listening to my pleas to come back? Is he laughing at my despair while I visit him? So many questions... and none of them have answers.

But one hovers above them all.

IF HE'S NOT DEAD, WHERE IS MY MUSE?

Why do I still call him my Muse? Is it because I actually do miss him? Or is it just because of the way that I feel attached to him?

I still have so many unanswered questions. Bill, why are you like this? You left me confused. I remember your last words to me. I won't forget them either, with the memory gun destroyed.

Time to try writing BillFord. This is going to end up a mess and I know it. I've read mostly BillDip, so not much BillFord here, but I can still try. Don't know how long this is going to be, so have fun with this probably mess of a work. I don't know how it's going to turn out, I can't read the future!

Your dear friend, Axyl.

P.S. I don't own any of these characters, they're Gravity Falls people.