Guys.

Dawgs.

Homies.

Fallers.

Comrades.

I need help.

Gravity Falls is almost over.

What do I do after that?

My whole Wattpad life is based on Gravity Falls.

What do I do?

What do I do?

We started talking about it at school.

My friend started to cry.

I barely made it without sobbing.

But there were still tears.

I'm still crying.

Alex has succeeded in destroying me emotionally.

And on a soul level.

Not even my fourth dimensional self is going to make it after this.

What am I going to do without Little Dorito?

What if one of my favorite characters dies?

What if... What if? 

I'll keep writing fanfics.

And updating this story.

But will anyone read it?

Will the fandom fall down and disappear once again into your small cycles of life you hold on your small planet that goes around your small sun in this ancient Galaxy?

What will you do?

Will you find another fandom?

There are plenty out there.

Will you stay here?

Where will you go?

You know, I was going to go to Comic Con and attend a panel.

Now there won't be a Gravity Falls one.

I was too late.

I should've watched the show earlier on.

I knew about it months before I actually became obsessed with it.

Why didn't I?

Why does the show have to end so early on in the second season?

And we only get a one hour special.

Can't it be longer?

One hour isn't enough to cover the weeks and weeks that I've obsessed.

I love how it's one hour.

But that isn't enough.

I know it probably took forever to create. Probably over a year. Easily over that.

But what about when it's over?

You know, if I ever run into Alex Hirsch somewhere down along the line...

Would I thank him?

Fangirl?

Faint?

Cry?

Who knows.

I hope he creates another show. I hope Disney has noticed how he totally deserves it.

Well, either way.

I'm not leaving.

I'm staying right here.

I'm planting my feet here and I'll watch as the shooting stars streak the night sky and the pine trees bristle in the wind.

The moon can stay hungry, and there will always be question marks floating around with unanswered questions.

Maybe the pentagrams will still be feared, and the ice still cool, while the lamas graze under the sky. But my heart will still break. Maybe I'll need glasses when I get older. Maybe knowledge.

But I'm staying in this fandom for good. Not a drop of weirdness or a rip in space or an hourglass counting down will stop me.

You can stop it all. Smash the hourglass, stop the countdown. Melt the ice, it hates heat. Heart don't just break, they always shatter. The line in the pentagram, erase it, break it.

Glasses shatter easily, and moons die of hunger. Question marks are forgotten as answers no longer matter.

Shooting stars burn up quick, they're no match for the atmosphere. Pines trees flare up, no one can put out the fire. Both leave disasters as they dies.

But they all do in a way.

That's why you don't destroy them, and hold them near and dear. Because weird things happen, and you either leave or choose to stay.

I'm sure that if you choose, gravity can hold you safety down. Just be careful to not fall.

*crying*
I can't take this.
Gravity Falls, you'll always live on.