Giving
me a mix feeling between happiness and guilt
Eternity
as a twin seems to bind me to him
Withdrawal
will come someday but when
Ever so
often becoming me, I am set free
Alas I
am still a twin to Fred Weasley
Still I feel overshadowed by
him
Let me,
I beg myself please, be different from him
Eventually
I will become my own person
Yet, until then, I'm a twin of Fred Weasley
Sighing,
George put his quill down. It was late at night. The nearby window revealed the
moon hanging mystically in the dark clear sky. He shut his notebook and got up
from his bed. A few feet away was his twin brother Fred, snoring softly into
the night. Quietly, George got on his hands and knees and pulled a small
battered shoebox out from under his bed. He lifted the tattered lid and in the
box was a small pile of his precious items: a photo of all the Weasleys taken a
few years ago, a small Christmas card, a small tiny milky green stone, but
nothing more. Carefully he placed the journal in the box and closed it. He
pushed the box back under his bed, as far as it will go.
He got back
into bed and pulled up the covers. Thoughts drifted in and out of his mind-Why
am I always overlooked and overshadowed by Fred? We may be twins but we are two
different persons, but hardly anyone treats us this way. Well at least I never
will be lonely. George turned his head in Fred's direction. Nothing in the
world would make him feel different about Fred. Fred is his twin and no one
else's. Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned in the moonlight and eventually
fell asleep. The thought of being Fred's twin and why it sometimes bothered him
left his mind. I have a twin brother and that what's important. It doesn't
matter to me that he gets to be first and that everyone likes him better. I
like him just the same.
~
In the bed a few feet away, Fred woke up with a start.
He looked about the room, but only spotted George sleeping silently in his bed.
Watching George sleep made him feel better. He's the greatest. I'm glad he's
my twin and not anybody else's. I wouldn't know what to do without him. Fred
turned over and slept on. I wish I can tell him that.