A/N This is my first in my series of one-shots for Rhr4eva's 99 love/pain quotes. I took 11 quotes, therefore I will make 11 different one-shots.

Quote: 13: I hate those moments right before you go to sleep where you are forced to think about all the things you try so hard to forget

Pairing: Fred/OC… Sort of. You'll see.

"Melanie, you should really go to sleep. You deserve it," Molly told me softly. I just nodded, and Apparated out of the Burrow, into my house. No, it wasn't my house, it's our house. At least it was… Before…

No. A voice in my head hissed angrily at me. You were going to forget about it.

I sighed at the voice in my head, knowing that it was right. I had to forget about him. Or, as the voice said, it. I refuse to call him an it, he was more than that. Way more than that.

Shut up! Stop thinking about it! The voice in my head scolded me. I shook my head at myself. The voice was right, I had to stop thinking about it. I slowly walked up the stairs, and opened up the door to our- my room now. I changed into pajamas, trying to avoid looking at half of the things that were in the room. I walked down the stairs into the living room; I couldn't bear to sleep in that room ever since… It happened.

I made a makeshift bed in the living room out of the couch and lied down on it. My hand was on my lower-stomach. I stared up at the ceiling, tracing the patterns on the ceiling with my eyes. They came across a burn mark… I remembered that day clearly. I didn't want to remember it, but I did. I was about to get sucked into a flashback before my mental voice scolded me again.

"Stop thinking about him…" I whispered to myself, but it was no use. Tears had already started pricking my eyes, escaping quickly. I drew a shaky breath, as everything rushed back to me. Everything I tried to hard to forget, but was never able to. Him holding me, him kissing me, him proposing. My eyes flashed to my ring finger, I was never able to take it off. I never wanted to. It was my promise to him.

"Melanie, be safe, okay?" he told me, more like an order than a question.

"As long as you are," I said back, smiling to reassure him. A smile flashed across his face before it disappeared.

"I will, just stay alive," his bright red hair seemed to stick out more than everything else. I nodded as he kissed me softly.

"Mel?" a voice snapped me out of my flashback. I realized that I was sitting up now, holding my stomach as tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop them- and I don't know how I could.

"Melanie, it's going to be okay," warm arms wrapped around my body which was shaking violently. I shook my head.

"It's not, George, it's not. He's gone, nothing is going to be okay," I was barely able to say that one simple sentence. I had to stop between every couple of words to take another shaky breath.

"He wouldn't want you to act like this. I know this, remember? He's my twin? I'm hurting probably more than you are, but I know that he wouldn't want us to act this way. He'd want us to move on with our lives and not sit here crying over him," even though he basically told me not to cry, a tear still dropped onto my head.

I wonder what Fred would think if he could see us now? His fiancee and twin sitting here and crying over him. I wish I had told him before the war… Told him what he was going to be in 7 months time… He was going to be a father.