Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey.

*...Hello, Stanley.

It's been a while since we sat here. On the old playground. Remember how Dad told us he build it before we were born?

...Ugh, Dad. Nevermind. I know you hate talking about him.

...He was the one who started this mess, anyway.

You know, after we kicked you out, I felt...guilty. Not just typical guilty. I mean, seriously...

Like you did...

You felt too guilty...

The kids are fine. Still a little broken up, but getting better. Dipper sends me letters about his discoveries... Little genius, he is.

Mabel is so cheerful... Most of the time...but...

Sometimes, she gets all philosophical about that summer... It might be PTSD, We don't know. We just hope we don't diagnose it too late...

Like we did with you.

Stanley, I knew from the moment I stepped out of the portal that you had changed. But I didn't know how much.

I heard you mumbling in your sleep. I saw you walk out to the forest sometimes...

Even after the summer ended, you became...more detached.

So...

You know what? Thank you...just... Thank you...

St-Stanley...

I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...

I should've forgiven you earlier...

Maybe then you wouldn't have killed yourself.

(A/N: Out here, I go by the name of Phionix Corduroy. I am a sufferer of severe depression and PTSD, and a survivor of multiple suicide attempts.

Even though I conceived this idea about a week before, I wrote down this while I was at a concert. I had just been in a gigantic argument with my mom... And I was feeling incredibly guilty...So in between and during acts, I wrote this little fic down.

Please read, review, and most importantly, spread the word that depression and PTSD is real, and we can help others who have it.

Phionix)