A/N: Angelina is my favourite character so writing this is kinda breaking my heart. I own nothing
-Commencer-
My one true love has left this world forever. He was taken from me by a monster, in a battle for someone else's pride. Now, I stand alone to face my fears. Fears of being alone.
In my solitude, I found one small comfort. The face of my beloved carved onto another. Fred may be gone but George remains, and though he is not my one and only, he is the only one I can stand to touch. I don't even have to close my eyes to pretend, the face of my Fred is right in front of me. When George leans in, it's Fred's lips I am kissing. Though I know I am wrong, I can't turn away from my love again. I've already lost him once.
It gets hard, calling him nothing but 'Baby' and 'Sweetheart'. His name is too painful to say out loud; it just reminds me that my beloved is no more and all I have left is his spitting image. Though they look alike, they are two very different people. My Fred loved his coffee dark and sweet. At first George preferred it sugarless with milk, but I've managed to convince him that Fred's way is better. That's not the only thing I've convinced him of; he becomes more like my Fred every day.
He calls me Angel, just like he used to. It's so easy to get lost in the fantasy of my one and only when George plays along so well. Sometimes I feel like he wants this. Exactly the way it is. He wants to replace Fred in my life. So I let him. Why hurt him, and myself, when we can pretend and be happy? He wants me. I want him. We can have each other.
I'll have the life we dreamed of; the future we planned during those long, sweet nights when dreaming was all there was to do. We'll get married in his mother's house, just like we said we would. We'll have our babies and live happily ever after. Just like we planned. I'm sure George had the same dreams. This way we both win. We both get what we want. He isn't really Fred, but it's easy enough to pretend.
It's cruel. I know it is. But I can't let him go. Losing him the first time almost killed me. George stepped in and saved the day, taking the blade from my hand. Now I cling to his memory while George loves me. I won't survive losing him again. I can't help seeing his smile on George's face. I used to have to remind myself that it wasn't him, breaking my own heart each time. The pain became too much, so I stopped reminding myself and I healed.
I see the love in his eyes, the yearning for acceptance and the need to please. It's the only reminder there is. I need to love him more so that it'll go away. So that he'll be perfect. He'll have that confidence that Fred carried so well. He's got almost everything else.
I know that the man I love is gone and this sad excuse for a relationship is nothing but an empty comfort. I know he's not Fred.
But he could be.
-Fin-