heavenends:
“This holiday season or the next, PJ, it doesn’t get easier. I hate to break it to you,” He sighed. “The longer you make a habit of it… the harder it’ll be to break. It’ll be even harder to remember what it was like before.”
He looked down at the blueprints, down at where Addie’s name was still sprawled out over the box that had been her haven. He often wondered how many secrets lingered, but he had found nothing when he combed through it. She had taken everything with her, including who she used to be. It had left Dawson and their mother questioning who she had been, and how they hadn’t seen the signs.
“You won’t have to do it alone. I didn’t.”
“It doesn’t need to be solved this year, do you honestly think that’s the best thing for the holiday season?” He knew he father had a point, he could fight it all he wanted, but at the end of it all remembering wasn’t his issue. The end of it all gave PJ the urge to forget, never wanting to see his sister in that dim light in the first place. She was darker than she ever publicly admitted, but twins knew.
“I’m not going to stop you.” There was no point in fighting a Dawson when their mind was made up, it was a trait that traveled between all of them and something that he wasn’t getting rid of any time in the near future. He couldn’t let himself halt his father’s progress, something was still preventing him from helping.
