I don't even know... I wrote this months ago at one in the morning...
He felt numb; He had lost his other half. The one who truly understood him and his jokes: gone. The one he shared secrets with was never to return.
In the middle of the battle at the Burrow he lost it all. He dropped to his knees and let out an angry cry. He dropped his wand, feeling the world around him beginning to mesh with a blur.
'Georgie...get up.' He bolted upright , snatching his wand. He ran to the infirmary. He was still there, pale as could be. Tears streamed down his face. It was really true then.
Fred was gone.
And George didn't know what to do.