heavenendsâ:
âThis holiday season or the next, PJ, it doesnât get easier. I hate to break it to you,â He sighed. âThe longer you make a habit of it⌠the harder itâll be to break. Itâll be even harder to remember what it was like before.â
He looked down at the blueprints, down at where Addieâs 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 hadnât seen the signs.Â
âYou wonât have to do it alone. I didnât.â
âIt doesnât need to be solved this year, do you honestly think thatâs the best thing for the holiday season?â He knew he father had a point, he could fight it all he wanted, but at the end of it all remembering wasnât 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.
âIâm not going to stop you.â 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 wasnât getting rid of any time in the near future. He couldnât let himself halt his fatherâs progress, something was still preventing him from helping.








