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Loneliness
George walked slowly through the empty shop. All the merchandise was still on the shelves, coated in a thick layer of dust. Its gonna take forever to tidy this place up George thought to himself. He kept walking until he reached the back of the shop. He reach out and pulled back the thick curtain to reveal the corridor into the back rooms where he and fr- where he kept the extra merchandise. He turned to the right and began to climb the spiral staircase to his flat. He stopped at the top and just stood there, looking at the door. He took his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the door to unlock it. He stopped midway. He couldn't do it. "Come on George" he whispered to himself "It's just a door. A bloody harmless door." He pointed his wand at the door again and muttered "Alohamora" There was a click and the door swung open. Bracing himself, George took a deep breath and stepped inside.
He looked around. The place looked just like they had left it about a month and a half ago. Their dinner was still on the table where they had left it. Two plates of food, two cups of pumpkin juice, four knives and four forks. They just sat there on the table; mocking him. As George's eyes began to sting, he carried on through the small flat; he passed the door that lead into the bedroom that he and Fred had shared. Letting out a choked sob, the tears running freely down his face, George made his way into the bathroom. He turned on the tap, and cupped his hands underneath it. He slashed the cool water onto his face. But it didn't stop the tears. He looked up and hanging on the wall, was a mirror.
His heart skipped a beat as he stared at his reflection. Fred he thought. Suddenly, realising what he was thinking, George let out a yell of rage, drew back his fist and punched the mirror in the place where the face that he had shared with his brother had been moments before. The glass shattered and to add to the chaos, George's hand was now cut and bleeding heavily. Giving into the feeling of weakness and anguish, he fell to the floor. He curled on the floor and cried. He just let the tears fall freely. Why should he care? He was on his own in an empty flat. He wasn't at the Burrow where he had to be strong and help mum with her grief as well. No; he was alone here. He had never been alone. Loneliness was a feeling he had never felt before.
And George decided right there, that he didn't like it.
Wow... um that was a lot more angsty than I usually write... but I think it turne out alright. Please review :)