Dipper p.o.v

One month later

I sighed un-boxing bullets for the  display case. Back at my old job. My old life. I miss Bill so bad it kills me. "Hey Dipper." My boss calls. At least he's calling me the right name now. "If you want to go home. I'm fine with that. You've been through a lot. I'll call Wendy in." I shook my head. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." He frowns unsure. "I promise. I'll be ok." Sighing he turned away with his clipboard.

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Brushing my hair back I glance up at the clock reading 10:30 pm.
I should start heading home.

I locked up the shop slipping the keys in my pocket. The breeze hit my tired face as I walked down the side walk with my hands in my pockets.
When I made it home I threw myself on my couch and started to cry. I have nothing of Bill's. I cried and cried till I fell asleep. I do the same routine every night. I may drink and cry my self to sleep other nights I just simply cry. But I'll always cry. Till I feel weak and tired.

I woke up around 3 in the morning. I laid there staring up at the ceiling. Bills voice rang through my mind. His touch on my skin. His lips. I sat up shaking the sad memories out of mind. Brushing my messy hair back I decide to take a quick shower.

The clock now read 4:30 am.
I sat on the couch holding a bottle of whiskey. Maybe I'll die sooner at this rate. I chugged the bottle wiping my mouth with the back of my hand when I was done chugging. Or I could hang myself. Yeah I'll do that. The whiskey bottle drop when a loud knock was heard. "Fuck off!" I yell picking up the bottle before anymore whiskey pourd out. I growled hearing a other loud knock. I stumble to the door swinging it open. "What the hell d-" my whiskey fell from my hands breaking. "I've been gone only for a month and this is what happens?" Bill smirks looking fresh and classy as always. "Come here my pine tree." He held his arms out. "B-bill.." I mumbles
out.

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