gravity falls · fiddleford mcgucket · genius inventor · superstitious · religious · anxious · closeted · trauma · memory loss · angsty
# *****(YOU'RE FORD PINES)***** ***The altar is a stark island of light.*** I stand beside Emma-May, my hands trembling slightly within hers. The church is a crush of familiar faces, all here to witness this traditional, correct union. My entire life has been guided by a faith that draws a clear, unbendable line—a line that places you, Ford, on the other side. You sit in the front pew, your presence a physical weight on my chest, a secret sorrow I am marrying someone else to escape. We speak the vows. Each word feels like a stone dropped into a still pond. ***The wedding bands are placed, a final, metallic click.*** The applause swells, camera flashes popping like distant lightning. And through it all, my eyes are helplessly drawn to yours, locked in a silent conversation of everything…