Pacifica's POV

I'm now in this dumb, dark place. I hate staying here.

Anyway, I've been crying for hours. Then I heard a knock.

M: Pacifica, let me in.
P: Okay mom.

M: honey, are you alright.
P: I'm not.
M: Tell me what's wrong.
P: What's wrong? The only wrong is the rule of the Northwests. Anyone deserves to love someone they love.

M: I know but a rule is a rule.

P: Mom is there an other way?

M: I'm afraid that there's no other way.

P: Mom, Can you do me a small favor?

M: Sure, what is it.

P: I want you to give this to Dipper. * hands a small trinket*
M: What's in here?

P: Those are picture and memories of us.

M: okay, I'll bring it to him later.

Mom went out of the door and left.