Just Chipped
Disclaimer: Not J.K. Wish I was.
A/N Sorry, it's fairly depressing. Please review!
"It'll be okay"
"I understand."
"You'll be fine."
"You'll survive."
They all merge into one, because they don't understand, they've never lost a twin, how would they know? It won't be okay, you didn't just lose a twin, you lost Fred, why doesn't anyone understand? Surely Ron or Charlie, Bill or Percy? They seem to cope, to be able to continue. You can't, it's like you're broken.
Life goes on around you, how can it? It should've frozen in that one moment, that last second when he still laughed, when there was still sound, breathing, light in the eyes that almost exactly matched yours, you're the only one who knows the difference now. The only one. That's wrong; you're not an "only one", you're FredandGeorge, GredandForge. But now it's just "George". Whenever some one calls you there's that tiny pause where there should be, ought to be, must be a "Fred and-". You've heard-no, not heard so many of those recently.
The sad pitying smiles, they all merge as well. Same thing, different faces. Possibly. You can't tell. You don't care.
You know they worry about you; you're hidden away in the lab, full of memories of Fred. They hurt, sure, but they're all you've got. Photos are worse; at least you can't see the pair of you in the memories, only Fred. There's a thousand photos of GredandForge (that's how they're labelled) together and you can't find a single one of just Fred, or just you. Not one. Like you were two halves of one thing. That'd explain why you feel broken in half wouldn't it?
There's just one person who doesn't say all the same things, smile the same smile. She looks angry. Maybe you should listen to her. Oh. Loud.
"George Weasley! What the Hell are you doing?"
You shrug. She might be scary but you're tired, not really there. You know Fred is waiting for you; you just have to find him. Oh, she's screaming again.
"I just don't fricken' understand why you're doing this! Hiding here won't solve anything, it makes it worse you idiot. Fred is not, can not be, coming back, it's been months, when will it sink in?"
You don't know. Maybe you should say that. She looks angrier. She wants to know why. You'd quite like that too.
"You've been here, not doing anything since last month! I have to know why! Then I'll go if you want me to."
She's clearly not going anywhere if you don't explain. You want peace to get to back to Fred so you might as well try. You open your mouth. She looks up at the slight intake of breath. And it all pours out. Everything. How Percy thinks it's his fault, but it's not, it's yours because somehow you should've pushed him out of the way, already have killed the Deatheater, all of it. How now you're broken. Just a half of a whole.
By the end (hours later) she's in tears and you feel (just a little) better. But she's talking, you'll pay attention.
"Oh George, you're not half a person. You and Fred, you were separate people, just closer than anyone else. So you can't be, aren't, broken in half. Just chipped a little. That's all.
Chipped a little. Just chipped. That makes sense to you, you're just chipped. That's all. You'll join Fred another time; you know he'll wait for you.