Bill Cipher P.O.V

At the moment, I am unsure what to do. I can't just leave Pine Tree here to rot. I love him and I can't bring myself to abandon him.

I stand with him completely limp in my arms and carry him to the bathroom. We are both covered in his blood and I see it only fitting that he has a proper burial. I've never been one for tradition, but I know that it's what Pine Tree would have wanted.

I carefully remove his blood-soaked clothes. Even when I am aware that he can no longer feel my touch I still want to be gentle with him. It wouldn't be right to treat him any other way.

The tub is filled halfway with warm water before I set him in it. His body is bruised black and blue. He also has some cuts, presumably from the glass. It's apparent that he put up a fight before his assailant got the better of him.

I wash the blood off his skin, brushing over each wound with care. Each wound heals as I touch it. I want him to look as though he were alive.

Finally, I graze my thumb over the gunshot wound on his forehead. It closes slowly and he now appears to be sleeping. Unfortunately, that isn't true. He's gone.

I pick him up from the water and grab a towel. I dry his body and hair before dressing him in a way that I know he would be comfortable.

I dress him in denim jeans and a red and black flannel shirt before laying him in bed. I brush a tuft of his fluffy brunet hair from his eye and sigh.

Pine Tree's body looks so natural and relaxed. He looks peaceful. He isn't in pain anymore.

I sit on the edge of the bed and hold his hand, gently brushing my thumb over the tops of his knuckles. His skin is cold and pale.

I know that I will miss him dearly and will never be the same without him. He's the only person that I ever truly loved. Mason is the only person that I will ever love. Nothing will be the same without him.

I'm never going to fully recover my loss of him. I love him and I always will. No matter what happens.

I kiss his forehead gently and stand from the bed. Mason will stay here, where he's lived his happiest memories. It wouldn't be right to leave him anywhere else.

As of now, I am mourning the loss of my love. I have no plans for any type of destruction to any dimensions. The best thing I can do is mourn and plan once my mind is clear.

I know that I will only come up with a rational plan once my mind is clear. Then and only then will I decide what my next move is. I know it will take time, but I want to do things right.