George was sitting alone on the bench crying. His twin brother had just been buried. He shrugged off anyone who came to comfort him; he wanted to be left alone to grieve his brother, his best friend. Angelina sat on the other side of the bench, her face in her hands. She looked over to George and smiled at him through her tears. She was upset, but she knew that George was even more so. She slid along the bench towards him, and put her arm around his neck. She kissed him softly on the cheek. She had done this before; before Fred had gone; she mistook George for Fred and kissed him. This was when Fred and Angelina were going out; they weren't anymore, so there was no mistake to be made. Fred had seen the kiss and had broken up with Angelina; this was just before he was killed by the explosion. She was so heartbroken that her last conversation with Fred had been an argument.
George looked bemused,
"What are you doing?" he asked,
Angelina was taken aback.
"Sorry just for a moment I thought you were somehow him, sorry, I know it's crazy, it's just th..."
George kissed Angelina; Angelina put her hands around his head, feeling the hole where his ear was.
