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Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and talk to you, pretending my image is you. But usually the conversation doesn't even last ten minutes before I start to cry, knowing that the image isn't really you. And that's not because I know that of course such a thing is impossible, but because I grow older everyday and I see what you could have become but never will. And then I avoid looking in the mirror for a while because every glance reminds me of you. Do you remember when we put our names in the Goblet of Fire? How I wish that wasn't the only time I saw you old.
I can hear you sometimes. In my head. Usually you're happy but now you're mad. You're yelling, "Don't do it!" You're pleading, rather; you're trying to say all the right things that will make me change my mind. It's too late now. I'm sorry but I can't live without you. Can a person live with half of their self cut away? No, they can't. It's impossible. Then how do you expect me to live? You were my other half, Freddie. Now that you aren't here, I don't see any reason for me to be here either. Don't be sorry because this is what I want. I'll be happy when I see you again. Soon ...
Molly screamed when she entered the room, her eyes opening widening in shock as she saw her son lying in a pool of his own blood, the sharp knife lying beside him, stained crimson.
"No ... no, no, NO!" she cried as she ran forward and took her son in her arms. "Why, Georgie, why?" she whispered, tears making their way down her cheeks as she pulled the cold, pale, lifeless body towards her heaving chest.
And that's how they found her hours later, her head buried between his head and shoulder, her own body shaking with sobs, clutching George tightly to her as if somehow that would bring him back.
A/N: *warily puts her head up and looks around for any knives or other potentially sharp objects*
Yeah. I've been busy. With real life. Exams. Please don't murder me. I promise I'll come around to posting more stories once I'm done with my goddamn exams.
The line about the Goblet of Fire was taken from a picture I saw floating around on Twitter.
xoxo,
R