'He'll come, I'm sure. Soon, Just wait Pacifica. Be calm, stop panicking. He'll come.' She kept mumbling. Dipper wondered if the 'he' the blonde was referring to was him, however many years ago this was.

Since the blonde was under the bed, she couldn't see anything that happened above her, not even the ceiling that was about to fall. The wood started to burn and crackle in the heat of the flames and it caught fire pretty fast.

'Pacifica!' It was the brunette's voice, screaming to the blonde.

'Yes?' The blonde replied, coughing and choking in the smoke.

'I'm coming now. Stay put and don't go anywhere.' The brunette yelled again, 'Okay!' The blonde yelled, the choking becoming more frequent.

The brunette appeared in the doorway of the room and she ran to the blonde.

The brunette was still looking alright, no burn marks or even grey marks on her face, like she was protected by something. The blonde on the other hand, she had black soot on her face, it was right for the brunette to tell the blonde to stay put.

Then the ceiling caved in.

Even Dipper covered his mouth, knowing what was to happen next.

The wood fell, right on top of the bed and the brunette screamed: 'NO!' And ran to the bed, now with a pile of what was once the roof of the house on top.

Dipper could almost hear the bottom of the bed break before the pile of 'roof' fell deeper. Then, that loud scream, deeply imprinted in his mind, was probably even louder than a siren of a police car, and high pitched.

'PACIFICA NO, NO NO NO NO NO.' The brunette barked as she removed bits of wood with her bare hands, not even caring about the possible splinters she might've gotten. As the brunette searched deeper the more the tips of the wood were dyed, soaked and wet. The substance was dark but it didn't take a genius to know what it was.

Even Dipper wanted to help his sister, but he couldn't, he was like a ghost, only playing back a tape from the past, trying was no use.

There was a spill of that substance everywhere, and the brunette got so frantic, she used all her energy to push the bed off of the blonde, not caring if there was wood on the bed or not.

It was a horrid thing to watch, but Dipper knew what this was, this was something he didn't have in his memory that needed to be there, it would help him to know what was going to happen next.

The blonde was alive, under everything, trying to claw herself out of the bed, but it was too heavy. That scratching sound, it was this. The clawing got slower, and the blondes eyes dropped gradually.

But how did he have a memory of it if he wasn't here at all? It was still a question that needed to be answered.

'Pacifica, no. No! No! How will I tell my brother what happened? No, stay! Stay with me!' The brunette just only reached the blonde with the tips of her nails.

'Mabel, I don't wanna go, help me please!' The blonde yelled, now having the top half of her body out of the bed but still struggling to pull herself out of the rest of it.

The brunette gave a big tug and the blonde wept, her eyes were red and tear marks went down her face.

'I'll save you, don't worry!' The brunette furrowed her brows and kept pulling, but it was evident that the blonde's legs were stuck, maybe even broken or paralysed.

The roar of the flames started to make everything fall apart and everything started to fall off, including bits of the floor.

'Come on!' The brunette yelled and gave a few more tugs. Finally the blonde got out of the bed and the brunette zapped them out of the crumbling house.

Dipper felt a sense of relief for the blonde girl but then felt a small tap on his shoulder. 'Come.' said the Ghost and suddenly they were on the level ground, outside the house and watching the brunette trying to get a response from the blonde, shaking her frantically with wide eyes.

'Pacifica! Don't go! YOU CAN'T GO YET! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SPENT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH MY FUCKING BROTHER, YOU CAN'T GO NOW! DON'T LEAVE ME TOO! WHAT ABOUT ALL OUR PLANNED HOLIDAYS, WHAT ABOUT OUR ROADTRIP AROUND NEW YORK?' The brunette screeched, shaking and shaking the blonde.

'It's odd to see yourself dead, but I guess that's how it is.' The ghost rubbed her arms as if she was cold, but even Dipper felt chills running down his back.

'Why aren't the firemen here?'

'Firemen? You barely even trusted the police when I was alive.'

'So are you Pacifica?'

'Yes, and do you finally remember who I am to you? Or not yet?'

'I know your name, but just now, you spoke quite highly of me with my sister, as well as defended me, so you are a family friend?'

'I'm so much more than just a family friend. Do you not remember one single ounce of me? Of who Pacifica Elise Pines is?' The ghost smiled worriedly.

'Pacifica... Elise... Pines?' Just like that, just by repeated her full name, he remembered, he remembered what she meant to her, and naturally, as any man recognising his lover as dead, he cried, he put a hand over his mouth and screamed into it.

The ghost just watched.

In the scene, the brunette was still clutching the blonde, hugging her so tight, silently crying to herself, no one else was in sight.

The ghost waved through the air and the scene glitched, '1 hour later.' Pacifica's ghost remarked, getting Dipper to stop crying and just watch.

The house had stopped burning, but most of it was fallen apart and all burnt to a crisp greyness of nothing, but the brunette still held the blonde close to her.

'Here you finally come. Now watch, this is something you'll want to remember.' Pacifica's ghost said.

A panicked Dipper ran through the woods, scanning the clearing of where the manor once lay. And after spotting his sister clutching a blonde he ran to them in an instant, kneeling down to tend to his girlfriend.

'What happened?' The Dipper in the scene demanded to know at once, taking the lifeless blonde from his sister's arms.

'Some guys decided it'd be fun to pull a prank on our house, it's over for them when I find them.' Mabel kept her eyes down, speaking quietly and seriously.

'What's wrong with Paz? Why isn't she awake?' Dipper put a finger under her nose, checking for breathing, 'And WHY isn't she breathing?'

Mabel said nothing but stayed on the floor, kneeling.

'Why didn't you bring her back!' Dipper roared. Mabel looked up to meet her brother's eyes in disbelief, 'Maybe if you weren't such a DICK and came back earlier then she'd be fine!'

'This is my fault? How so?' Dipper defended himself, standing up.

'Look at you, not even realising you are fucking arguing with your sister over your fucking dead sister. Maybe if you had some common sense and even a better heart, you'd remember Pacifica told us to SWEAR we wouldn't bring her back to life, I wanted to do it so badly but I can't you can't do this! Or me! Do you even know how much it pains me? I'm only respecting her choice.' Mabel exclaimed, standing in front of Pacifica defensively, putting her arm in front of Dipper.

'FOR FUCK'S SAKE MABEL. SHE'S DEAD, I'M GOING TO BRING HER BACK!'

'And I said I won't let you!' Mabel pushed an advancing Dipper back.

Dipper shot back furiously.

'I was there, okay? I saw her face. She was in so much pain, she'll be worse off if we could even make the decision. Please, don't do this to her.' Mabel spoke in a calmer tone.

'Fine.' Dipper shouted.

'Even while she was in pain, the more she hurt the faster she mumbled. I finally know what she was mumbling.' Mabel whispered. 'Your name. EVEN while she was in pain, and maybe it even hurt for her to TRY to speak, she was repeating your name, saying you'd come, may become save her, protect her! You promised her!' Mabel was starting to cry again.

'No, it can't be, she can't really be dead.' Dipper shook himself, kneeling by Pacifica and shaking her, making her head jolt around.

'She is! You have to accept it!' Mabel looked sadly at Dipper, but he didn't stop. 'Stop shaking her! Even she'd hurt to see you like this. If you're gonna cry then cry, stop bothering the dead with your irksomeness.' Mabel scoffed, the trails of her tears have dried, leaving narrow damp trails on her face.

'Let's go.' The ghost whimpered, stepping into nothingness and seemingly, disappearing. What else could Dipper do but follow? He was feeling emotions he couldn't remember. He was crying for someone he couldn't even remember.

'Did it help? Do you know?' The young ghost girl badgered.

'Know... I know now... I'm sorry.'

'For?' The girl smiled sarcastically, she was sure to keep bothering Dipper until he remembered every small detail of the day.

'For you, for your death, for me forgetting you.'

Dipper had seen horrible things just now, and he immediately remembered the way he had reacted after the event. He hadn't eaten for days until he heard voices telling him to eat. He wouldn't go out, he stayed home, becoming paler than ever and even his sister couldn't force him to go out, again, the voices told him to move on, to go outside.

'It was me, don't you understand?' Pacifica's ghost looked at him with sorrow in her eyes, somehow this look was more familiar on her.

'Understand what?'

'You must move on. I want you to move on. Because only those with such memories buried in their hearts can become more strong, more passionate, and emotionally flexible. And people who do so, can be happy. And I want you to be happy, so don't try to forget, don't drive yourself crazy about voices, don't be hurt by things you don't remember. Be hurt by things you remember, by your own memories, remember all of it. And overcome it, or else you're just a shell with which a soul that never grows.'

And with that, the girl left him, she disappeared. She had left Dipper sobbing quietly in the middle of the woods.

A figure emerged out of the woods as the sun rose, 'Dipper!' It was Mabel. She ran towards him and embraced him, engulfing him in her warmth, Dipper kept his head down. He had been trying to hold on to every little piece of what he saw the night before. This was not a hallucination, this was nothing of a hallucination, this was all real.

'What are you doing here? I thought you ran away or something!' Mabel tried to laugh but all that came out was a forced one. 'Oh you must be so cold.'  She rubbed him warm and put her coat around him. Then she looked behind her and shouted at some people to leave.

'Why are you here?' She knelt down beside her brother, who was oddly quiet. Yes, he was arrogant and annoying but stupidly independent and reliant on himself. He often had nightmares which would shake him up so badly it took her a whole morning to calm him down.

'I saw her.'

'Who?' Mabel smiled and tried to be understanding, she wanted to be there for him, after what had happened years ago. He had been so hurt that he had forced himself to suppress all the memories, he went through grief and grand amounts of denial, but he had convinced himself that the event had never  happened at all, it never happened, at least to him.

'Pacifica.'

Mabel was tearing up, she hadn't ever expected him to ever mentioned her name after he wiped his mind completely free of her. She just couldn't stop smiling,  she had tried to avoid anything and everything that was related to her passed best friend in hopes her brother's nightmareswould stop. She tried to pray, she tried dreamcatchersafter dreamcatchers, she performed a ritual, she would've done more considering the ritual had a 1 year wait time.

'You, seriously remember? Everything? How?' She asked him, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief in her pocket.

'She came to me,' He smiled back at her. 'In a nightmare of ghosts and screams.'

honestly didn't know where i went w this, hope you guys liked it. the bit that Paz says at the end is taken from the Korean Drama It's Okay To Not Be Okay, which I absolutely adore and didn't even plan on adding to here but i thought it'd be relevant! hope you guys enjoyed this and until next time! bye!

-squishiipeeps :)