A/N: All glory to Rowling! Everything else for me, lol
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I didn't really ever have any sensible words for it, only he could have said them. He had always been the better talker from the two of us.
I could clumsily say something like; It's like a leg had been ripped out. Or the other ear too, eyes, mouth, all of the limbs, brain and so on until there is nothing left except a torn muscle from the chest.
I don't think that there was a day in my life that I didn't think about Fred. I think that the natural cause to it was, that being twins we were used to doing everything together, but I felt like there was more to it.
If my twin would have, thinking in a weird way like this, been anyone else than Fred, I don't think we would have been so close.
It felt like Fred was build to be next to me, what ever we did. Though sometimes mom said, that she was a little annoyed when we even went to the bathroom together.
We were always we. Almost always in the same sentence, like; Twins, which synonym were Fred and/or George. You only had to say the other ones name and you were talking about the other one too.
Still when I was alone it was like that.
That is only one of the things that remind me of him. Almost everything I do makes me think What would Fred think about this?, What would Fred do?, Fred would really laugh about this.
Occasionally I turn around and ask what Fred thinks about something. I don't think there is any need to say how much I stupefy when he isn't there. I think I could compare it to driving with a bike for the first time without training wheels. Though my bike seems to be hard enough to drive even with the training wheels.
The grief of his passing had calmed down, not the longing. Only a few people notices that. I have carried on, because there's nothing else to do. I've been with my family, I have gotten a wife and children, one of them has Fred's name. I couldn't be happier after everything I have gotten after that.
However, when Angelina's eye catches the children, or Ron's eye to the clients at work, Fred is on my mind.
Sometimes I think what IF Fred was alive. What would he look like if he was alive? Where would he be and with who if he was alive?
But he won't come back and all of these if-chatters are stupid.
But I can't help with my yearning, it's so strong. It always had been.
I miss him just as much as I did on 2. Of May, the first night without him.
I miss him so much that everything outside no more exists.
'I miss you, brother.'
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A/N: The title of the story was almost 'George goes emo', but my friend said that it was pretty.. um.. odd? Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
Thank you Ms. Backer for helping SO much with text!