If Dipper Dies Young

Hello, this is my first fanfic. Please review! Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or its characters, that belongs to Alex Hirsch

Mabel's POV

The cool July breeze blew against me. The sun shone brightly in the sky. Had it really just been one year? I asked myself. I stepped closer and closer to my destination. Had it been a year since I left Gravity Falls, that one summer? With my brother? I stopped. Gravity Falls Cemetery. I unlocked the rusting iron gate, and stepped inside. The grass was so lively and green in this dark place. The whole scenery seemed to be unfitting in this place.
I stopped in front of a certain tombstone. I placed a bouquet of flowers in front of it.

Dipper Anthony Pines
August 30, 1999~ July 11, 2012 Beloved Son, Twin Brother
You will be missed

"Hey, Dipper. It's me Mabel. I came back to Gravity Falls." The leaves rustled in the wind. "It's been a year since I've been here. A year since you've left me." I sighed, leaves rustling in the distance. I made a song for you. Well, not really. It's If I die young, but I changed the lyrics, for you..."

If Dipper dies young
Bury him in satin
Lay him down on a
Bed of Roses
Sink him in the river At dawn
Send him away
With the words of a love song

Lord make him a rainbow
And shine it on my brother
He'll know I'm safe down here
When he stands under my colors
Oh and
Life ain't always what you think
It ought a be no
Ain't even grey
but I bury my only twin

The sharp knife of a short life, well
He's had just enough time

If Dipper dies young
Bury him in satin
Lay him down on a
Bed of Roses
Sink him in the river At dawn
Send him away
With the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
He's had just enough time

And he'll be wearing white
When he comes into your kingdom
He's as green as the ring
On my little cold finger
He's never known the loving of a girl
But it sure felt nice
when she held his hand
Back when he was in town
Said we'll always be together
Who ever knew together
could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
He's had just enough time.

I stopped, crumpled the paper once again, and stamped my foot on it.
"What do you mean he's had just enough time?! He died when he was twelve! How's that enough time!" I screamed angrily. I fell to my knees and laid my head against his grave. Tears spilled from my eyes, and onto his tombstone.
"I miss you, Dipper. I love you, Dipper. Why did you leave me?" I asked in between my hopeless sobs. "Why?" But there was no reply. Not even the whistling of the wind.