a/n: This one really has nothing to it. I guess it is a load of meaningless nothing. But it's my first try. I am going to write a nice story about George, but I just wanted to clear some things up. Feel free to leave a comment. I would love some reviews. But if you don't, I understand, not everyone has time :) Enjoy ..x..
Life is fun if you have someone to share it with. If you are in love, then you know what I mean. Someone you can't live without, who is a part of you.
Now, imagine you've been with you since the day you were born, and had them for 19 years. Then, they are ripped from your life, by the one thing that you cannot fight for them. Death.
Having to try and live without them is the worst thing imaginable.
I am George Weasley, and I lost my brother 3 months ago today. You would think losing your brother would be enough to send you off the rails, I lost my twin, my best friend and my work partner in the same day.
To be honest with you, I never really noticed how many friends I had. I still couldn't tell you how many there are. But close friends? I had three. Now I have lots. But before I only had three. Fred Weasley, Ron Weasley and Lee Jordan.
Yes, Ron Weasley was a close friend to me. He knows now, but definitely didn't before. Lee has always been mine and Fred's best friend. So, he was almost as broken as me. We got through it together.
What I would have done without my family I don't know. Ron has now started working with the shop, as has Lee. They are a great help and have done Fred justice. Now ickle Ronnie is at an Auror training camp, so we're having to close the shops on Sundays. He still works by owl, though. There's nothing he wouldn't do for me it seems. Hermione will kill me if I keep him all to myself though.
I smiled the other day. A proper one. I even laughed. I have found someone, who hasn't taken Fred's place, but is nearly filling the space in my heart that he left empty. Fred would understand.
Her name is Angelina Johnston. She keeps me going, and keeps me alive. I would be lost without her as well.
When people ask me how I am, I smile and say 'I'm fine'. Clearly I'm not. But what the hell am I supposed to say? 'I am crap. My twin is dead. Now bugger off.' Somehow, I don't think that would go down well.
My life is picking up. And if it keeps going at this speed, I will be happy. Things are starting to get better.
I haven't gotten over my brother's death. I know I never will. But I can try and make life worth living again. Live for the both of us rather than just for myself.
The memory of my brother will live on, even when I am gone. I'll make sure of it.
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