I always wondered how Angelina and George got together just like that after Angelina liked Fred...
Angelina's POV
He was dead.
He was gone.
Dead.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Geroge's POV
Thinking hurt too much.
My other half was... where?
Wherever he was, that's where I was...that was the rule.
So why did we break the rule.
Why was this empty body still here if he wasn't... where did he go?
That's where I was going. The rule hurts us when it's broken... hurts me...
Angelina's POV
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
But my heart was not. My heart still felt like it was here.
And I was burning... crying... trying to tear it out...
but it stayed.
My heart was supposed to be Fred's... so why wasn't it with him.
But my heart felt like it was in danger.
Like someone was trying to tear it out of me.
It hurt... so I let the blades cut...
George's POV
the blades finally hit something and there was blackness...
Angelina's POV
Where was the light?
George's POV
There was supposed to be light... that's where Fred had gone... not all this darkness...
Flames are accepted, and be as harsh as possible. I'm going to continue this story, though. It doen't end here... it won't.