AN:Just a little drabble I wrote on the train. Fred and George belong to the wonderfully talented JK Rowling et al.
George still couldn't quite believe that Fred was really gone. It had been a full week since the battle at the school, but still George found himself turning to share a joke or a smile or even just a boring thought with his twin. His heart broke just a little more every time he remembered he'd never get to do any of those things again.
Just this morning George had made breakfast and, half asleep, had made enough for Fred too and it wasn't until he went to call Fred to the kitchen that he remembered. The whole lot ended up in the bin when George couldn't face eating alone again.
He wasn't sure he could cope without his other half. He wasn't sure he could live without his better half.