Feeling
You would think that someone that knew of his own death would be sad, would try to stop it, cry hide in the deepest darkest place, and do everything to prevent his own death. But I didn't. I just knew it, I felt it in my boiling blood, and I lived each and every day as if it was the last one for a reason. I felt it when George spoke about death for the first time, the day we turned twenty, the day of the battle. I felt it. I knew it. But I didn't really live with it. Besides, what could I really do, prevent it? And who was I to prevent it? I mean, someone for sure had to die, and who would it be. George? Dad? Ron? Percy? Even the death of that git I couldn't allow. It was my faith, then so be it.
It was so weird, standing there, watching Percy, crying, and shouting. Never thought he cared that much after what we did to him. George. I feared of that moment. When he entered the room, he looked dizzy. He knew. I saw it in his eyes, he knew from before, he had a feeling, he knew but he didn't tell me just like I didn't tell him. It was painful, the moment the realization hit him. I saw him struggling not to cry, I saw mum collapse, she cried. I don't remember seeing mum ever cry. But she did. Was she regretting how she treated us because of our pranks? How she hated our decision not to become part of the ministry? Was she thinking of that? No, I don't think so. I hope not. I wouldn't want her to regret a thing. Dad stood strong beside us, he was crying, silent tears, no one saw, except me. I saw everything. But was unseen.
You know life, life was fun while it lasted. The only thing I wanted was George to have fun not for my sake, but for him. To understand that I wasn't coming back, not to die with me and live with the sorrow daily. To have fun. To live. To never have that dreadful feeling, knowing that you are to die someday soon.
And then I saw it, I saw the light. And in the same time I heard the silent pleading of the people in the room. The silent whispers. I guess they never actually reach his ears.
I was pooled towards it, I didn't want to leave them, but I knew it was over. I'm not coming back, I'm never coming back, I will never see their face again, I hope I can laugh there.
And then I was gone.
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Note: The original version was kind of longer, with a second part about Fred watching over George and getting mad at him for not really living. But I decided to maybe publish that as a separate story. Arg, next time I'll write something less sad and maybe not about Fred. ahem Fred addict XD
Anyway, I'd like you to review so I can get better with my writing.
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