George grabs his coat and storms out of his house. He just can't take it anymore; the reminders and the overwhelming sorrow that comes with it. It's been two weeks since she walked away from him and he feels empty again. He hasn't felt like this in years and he hates it.
He's not even sure where he's going; his feet are acting on their own accord as they always do when he feels like this. It's chilly out – but not cold enough to cool down his anger – so pulls his hood up and shoves his hands within his coat pockets. His hands wrap around the velvet box hidden inside and it makes his heart hurt.
It's the ring he was going to propose with on their anniversary in two days. But now his chance has come and gone. Yet that knowledge doesn't make it easier. He feels emptier than he ever has as he continues to walk. Nobody could fill the void left by Fred and her.
He does the next best thing; he drowns his sorrows away at the bar that isn't that far from his place. They don't have Firewhiskey – of course Muggles wouldn't know what it is.
Double Scotch, no ice.
He downs it in one go and signal for another one. Just for one night, he wishes that he could truly down his sorrow and anger. But as usual, it never happens. He drinks and drinks until he's sure he isn't able to walk a straight line; though the memories still shine through the alcohol-induced haze as if it's a river always running in his mind.
He's not even sure how he got to the graveyard, but he did. Dropping to his knees, he sits in front of Fred's headstone. "I really love her, Fred," he slurs. "Merlin, I really fucked up this time. I was going to propose!"
You still can if you love her.
It's her voice that sounds through the silent graveyard and yet he's still unsure if it's really her or his mind playing tricks on him. When he turns around, he feels everything he's been feeling lately vanish. He takes her in – her silver eyes; her dirty blonde hair; her smile. It takes him a few moments to regain his composure, but when he does, he sweeps her up into his arms. "Marry me?" he asks after placing a kiss to her pale lips.
Yes.
It's the only word he needs to hear right now. He doesn't care that their argument still hasn't been forgotten, nor has he even apologized. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that she is here and he doesn't feel so damn empty anymore. She's always been able to make him feel whole again.
"I love you, Luna."
I love you too.
A/n – Yes, I am well aware of the fact that this is AU. Tell me what you think.
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