Holding his body close to him, supporting him with his hands soaked in blood, watching his face and filling it with the pain of his soul, he was there. He could hear voices around him, words of consolation and support floating before his eyes, but no one understood, no one knew…
He had lost him. It was impossible, he had lost him. The blood massacre had begun again, but he didn't move, he only had eyes for the one he had shared all his life with, the one who had been more than a friend, more than a brother… he was part of him, he was part of his being and soul, always living for one another; but as he gazed at the lifeless look upon his features, his cold face lacking the sparkle of life, the horrible and undeniable truth fell over him.
He was dead. Dead, and nothing he said or did could repair the damage. He had lost the person he cared the most in his life. He was there, motionless, lying in the floor. It almost seemed as if he was asleep; he wanted to believe that he would wake up any moment, look at him with that smile of his, telling him to wipe away those senseless tears… But the more and more he waited for that grin he knew would never come, that cheerful laughter that always shone on him, it was then that he realized… he was alone.
He looked intently at him for the last time, before standing up and joining the reinitiated battle and avenge the brother he loved so much, hoping with all his heart he could return his glance for the last time; but Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
I love you Fred, you shall always remain in my heart ;o;
And I wish you, George, the best of lucks.
Review? Pretty please?
Any grammatical/spelling mistakes are my bad.
And yeah, I couldn't resist using that phrase in the end.