author's note: i love fred and angeline, they are the cutest couple in harry potter. this happens after book seven.
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I still remember that moment. Everything was still. I could only see your ashen face. There was still a smile on your face. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even cry. I was numb, so numb. I could only feel anger. I could only think so much. You promised me you'd be together with me forever, right? Why did you break that promise? Why did you die, Fred?
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The memories started the next night.
Our first kiss...
Your confession...
The Yule Ball...Oh, how you asked me Fred...did you know? You asked me so casually, but I couldn't sleep that night, you don't know how happy I was. Did I ever tell you that?
Our first experience with each other; thw warmth of our bodies...the awkwardness; pain with plasure.....
Our laughter....
Our friendship..
Quidditch together...
So much I took for granted, Fred, I'm so sorry.
I still want to make more memories with you. I wanted to...I wanted to...Why couldn't I?
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The next day, I began to cry.
I couldn't stop the tears.
Was it because they buried you?
I think it was. The moment of finality...I knew it was over...
You wouldn't surprise me anymore.
You wouldn't kiss me again.
You wouldn't whisper my name so sweetly in my ear.
Your eyes wouldn't captivate me anymore, those blue, meschievous eyes.
No more, Fred. I felt like dying with you that day.
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I knew it would be hard getting back into my regular lifestyle.
Life without you seemed so... dull. You left a huge hole, a huge space that never seemed to fill up.
I couldn't get out of bed. It seemed like you took a physical part of me.
I began to throw up. I thought it was because of how I had been feeling.
But when I got the news, Fred, I lost my sadness. That news seemed to breathe new life into me.
It is because of him I realized you are still around. I felt so stupid, I can't even believe it. You never left me in the first place, did you, Fred? You left a piece of yourself with me.
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Frederick the Second has your eyes, and your smile, Fred. But he has my brains. And my Quidditch skills.
Ha.
It's been six years now, Fred.
I'm not married. I doubt I will be, for I believe you would annoy the hell out of my suitor.
I'm happy. I have a healed wound in my heart. It's not perfect, but it's healed enough.
Fred, I am going to go to sleep. Tomorrow I have to go take care of the shop. George and I have been taking good care of it, surprisingly enough...
I can't keep my eyes awake... I guess it's good night. Frederick says good night, too...
Oh, and Fred?
I love you.
the end.