I can't remember the last time I saw my face. Well, I do, but I try not to dwell on it. May 2nd, 1998. Lying there on the floor of the Great Hall, my family surrounding the body, and the face…mine, asleep. Mine. Yours…
I haven't seen it since.
The mirrors in our place, my place, above the shop have all been covered up. I would have done it myself, but I couldn't. Mum helped me with tears streaming down her face, but she stayed silent. She knew one of us had to be strong. I sure couldn't. I just sat on a stool, hugging myself, wising the warmth from my body was the warmth of your voice.
I miss you. You have no clue how much I miss you. Or maybe you do. What's it like on the other side, Freddie?
It's been six months now. Six months. How am I doing this without you? Though Percy has never been one for our pranks, he's been helping me out. He keeps the store stock, checks the inventory, balances the books…and I just sit there in the corner most of time. All I can do is offer up a limp smile and a few words, telling them which products are the latest and which ones are on sale.
This is so tiring without you.
Why did you leave me here?
I'm weak, Freddie, weak. They encouraged me to take the covers off the mirror today. I went through the motions, smiled at myself, at you, and told them I was fine. But I can't look at myself anymore. I don't ever want to see a mirror ever again.
So I smashed them. All of them. If I could, I'd smash the windows and the reflective products downstairs. I'd smash anything that throws your reflection at me.
I'm nothing but a shattered soul looking for what'll put him back together again.
Why didn't you take me with you?