Inclement-epiphanies - .ericka.

The Fisherman

My Dear, If I am the sea Then you are my fisherman. Selfishly taking all that you need And mindlessly destroying everything that makes me beautiful.

Only there whenever your mind and heart is in chaos. You would sit on my sand and stare listlessly onto my vastness. And sometimes I would wonder, what is it that you really see? Is it me you really see?

My cool wind would embrace and give you the warmth of another one's presence. My waves would sing melodies into your ear all the things I adore in you. I would provide you all the things I could give, Until none is left.

Once your tears have dried and your soul is mended, I would watch as your footsteps grow further and further away from me. Then I would pick up the broken pieces you left behind Wait til you decide to come back once more, Only just to leave me again.

Some days I would wish for you not to visit me again, And some days I would wish that despite your fear you would dare swim in my ocean and discover the deepest parts of me that I've kept hidden.

The Sea

You conform yourself to fit someone's preference Something I find both admirable yet unnecessary. For if you would only stop all these frivolous acts And see yourself through my eyes, You would see the vast open sea.

You would feel the cool breeze that calms my raging mind, Hear the melodies of the waves that never ceases to soothe my aching soul. Adore the pigmentation of blue colored landscape, ever so changing and ever so intriguing, Clear blue during midday Green when sunset comes Then yellow the very next morning It changes into this wide array of colors But you know inexplicably beautiful nonetheless.

And that is you. You are my sea. Yet I've always been afraid of it, This you already know.

I am afraid of wandering off too far,

falling in too deep,

and drowning in you.

Gravity Falls Dipper x Mabel Fanfic

The moonlight shines over her delicate face as the crystal-clear tears continued to flow from her shut eyes. He immediately cradled her into his arms, hoping that by his tight embrace he could somehow lessen even the least bit of her pain, and probably transfer some of it to himself.

Because he would rather feel her agony, than to see her in such state. It killed him to see her like this. So, broken and vulnerable. It was as if he was seeing his world slowly crumbling down into pieces. And she is—he would admit that; she is his world. His light. His courage. His strength. His everything.

But now she’s shattered and hurt. By someone who’d sworn to protect her, to love and care for her.

He clenched his fist as cursed under his breath. He was supposed to protect her, to keep her from getting hurt. He was supposed to be her hero, and yet this time, he couldn’t do anything to save her.

She continued to weep, with her faced buried in his chest, clinging to him with the same amount of intensity as his embrace.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there in each other’s arms on the carpeted floor. He never even realized that they’d fallen asleep, not until he opens his eyes and sees her beside him, with her head resting on his numbed arm and her hand gripping his shirt as if she was afraid that he’d leave if she let go.

With his free hand, he swept the strand of hair falling on her peaceful sleeping face and kept it behind her ear. A warm smile crept on his face. He observed her, watching as her body rose and fell at a slow pace. With the side of his index finger, he lightly touched her lashes, admiring how long they were. He poked her nose and held a chuckle when it twitched.

But then his smile immediately turn into a frown as his eyes landed on the blackening mark on Mabel’s neck.

Nineteen years. For nineteen years, they’ve shared almost everything and witnessed every significant event in each other’s lives. They were together through all the ups and downs life had to offer them. Clearly he wasn’t joking when he said that she wouldn’t face the world alone.

And for nineteen years he watched as several men entered Mabel’s life, leaving scars and bruises with every departure. Breaking her once pure and innocent heart little by little. Through the years he desperately tried to protect her, so much that he forgot to care for his own romantic life. He’s never had a girlfriend, and for that reason people would make up stories about him being homosexual and such, but he didn’t care. He had his priorities set straight, and it was to make Mabel Happy.

And so, he tried to search for the perfect guy for her, one who would never wrong her like the previous ones. Someone who would love her like he does.

He scared and threatened (or at least he tried to) every boy she brings home. He never trusted any of them. He always tries to find a flaw in their seemingly perfect façade and expose them, sending them away for good. And then, one august night as He, Mabel, and his best friend Steven were watching movies in the Pines’ household living room, he noticed a certain look his best friend shared with Mabel. He shrugged it away, thinking that he was only imagining things. Steven had known Mabel since the seventh grade, and he doesn’t seem to like her in a romantic kind of way.

But alas, he wasn’t mistaken. The budding romance Mabel and Steven shared now grew into solid relationship, and Dipper was happy to finally see Mabel in the arms of a man who would never hurt her.

Or so he’d thought.

If only he’d seen through his best friend’s tactics; if only he’d suspected him more and didn’t give him his full trust just because they’re best friends; if only he’d been more careful.

Then Mabel wouldn’t suffer like this.

“Why…” He murmured as he held back the tears that were forming on the edge of his eyes. “Why is it that no matter how much I try, It’s just not enough?” A short hic escaped his mouth, causing Mabel to awoken.

Her eyes fluttered open, and his heart ached even more as he saw how red and puffy her eyes were. A concerned look was immediately strewn across her face. “D-dipper? What’s wrong?” her soft hand reached out to cup his cheek.

Dipper shut his eyes closed as he pictured the image of his best friend and every other guy who had broken Mabel’s heart, lying on the cold hard ground, all beaten up with bruises marked their bodies. He was growing mad with anger.

“I-I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I’m so sorry” he whispered again, his voice cracking as he finally burst into tears. He quickly pulled Mabel into an embrace, muttering sorry over and over again.

“Dipper…” Tears began edging her eyes as she ran her hand across his back, attempting to calm him.

“I should’ve protected you,” He muffled. “I should’ve protected you but I…I wasn’t there. I’m so, so sorry,”

“Shh,” By this time, tears flowed freely down her cheeks. But she tried to calm herself, she needs to be strong for him, for them. “It’s not your fault. It’s not…” she tries to continue, but the lump on her throat made it hard for her to speak. Instead, her cries said the words that she could no longer utter.

July 7

7:38pm

It was unplanned, like most of the occurrences that had happened to us. You asked if I wanted to take the bus ride home with you and with the most unkept appearance and an unbathed stench of my day, I hesitantly said yes.

Grey. I wonder how many times I’ll relate the word to you. For I’ve made you the personification of the color, this you knew and you wore it that night. I had to steel myself from smiling too hard, running towards you and encircling you in a tight embrace for I haven’t seen you in a long while.

After bidding goodbye to my relatives we went straight outside to get a ride at that p2p bus that you’ve told me about. I desperately tried to hide my exhilaration so as to not make things any more awkward than it is. After a few more passengers boarded in, the bus began to move and lights went off with the remaining light coming from the tv.

I watched as the rain pit patted on the window, no words were exchanged between the two of us and we were enveloped with silence and yet everything felt right. After a while I told you I was worried cause I knew that as soon as I get home, I’d get an earful of rants from my mom for going home late, and then you let your fingers intertwine with mine .

I stared at our hands, wondering whether I was still drunk or half asleep and that if all of this was just a dream—a dream that I wish I’d never wake up from. And it was as if that wasn’t proof enough of that moment; you kissed me and all my worries were washed away as all I could think of was: this was real. I am here. You are beside me and honestly, that was all that mattered.

I want out

The pinnacle of giving everything up,

was not something that I thought I would ever reach.

The pain and frustration had exceeded its threshold that the thought of my efforts be put into waste

I no longer deemed regretful.

It was a mistake to have you know that the limit of my patience was non existent

For it gave you the sense of security that I would always take you back.

And so, it became an endless cycle.

Our happiness fluctuated ever so often.

Eventually it started to wear me out.

The fire within me started to fade.

So you began to ruin yourself again.

You made the rain and thunder of your storms much stronger

The noise you had inside your head became louder and intolerable

You cut yourself bleeding just because you know were going to lose me.

And by doing so, you know I would come back.

For I have always been drawn to those broken souls.

And I have always saved you from all the chaos you started

But love, I hope you know that each time you lose me,

I’m not the same person who comes back.

And time will come when all the love in me

would become nothing but pity.

The sound of the world falling. Justin/Alex

This is kind of the fandom’s most popular fic, so I know it’s been recced before, but oh my god if you read it you’ll see why.

Notes from the past II

“I wish I had the chance to say I’m sorry, before you left. To say the things that could’ve changed everything, to possibly make things better. To admit the mistakes that I now realize, and i hope you think about your own faults too. We could’ve made it, if it weren’t for our own foolish actions that ended everything. You were my almost, almost a something and I would’ve given you my everything.  I wish you would find something that would remind you of me,and when you do, I hope you remember the memories we made, good and bad and hopefully you’ll miss me...

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