Dear Fred,

I know this is stupid, writing to a dead person. But mum said that it would help.

So, I just want to ask, You okay Freddie?

Because I'm not.

I miss you.

Some days, when I wake up, I look over to your bed, and think of the many ways I could wake you up, like I used to do when we were little. Before I realize that you aren't there anymore.

Nothing is the same as it used to be anymore. Not without you. And you know how much I hate change.

I can't even look at the joke shop the same way anymore, not without remembering your smile that you did every time you found something that you liked.

Sometimes, I even consider coming to you myself. I want to be with you, I just want my twin back. I don't want to be George, I want to be Fred and George.

Enough about me. What about you? What's it like? I remember hearing you at night, whispering to yourself about how you are scared of death. It must have been horrible for you.

But, Fred, I hope when it did happen, you remembered this. I know I don't say it often, in fact, I hardly say it at all. I just figured that you would know already, that I didn't need to tell you. I regret that now. Anyway, I hope you remembered that, I love you.

You are more than a brother. More than a twin. You are… I don't even know. It's like, you're a part of me. A big one. And now I feel empty without you.

This letter is getting long, I should probably stop soon.

I don't even know what I'm going to do with it. Maybe I'll give it to Errol and see where he takes it. It'll probably end up in a farm or something with the sense of direction he's got. But anywhere is good.

Or maybe I'll just keep it with me. Because you're here with me now. Aren't you? You have to be. You always were before, and I can't imagine you letting something as little as death getting in the way of that.

I don't really know what else to say. I don't feel any better for writing that, and there is no point pretending that I do, just to make mum happy.

Oh, and one more thing. Promise me that you'll never leave me. I don't mean the death sort of leave, you've already done that. But please, just stay with me. You don't have to be alive, you don't even have to do anything, just stay where I am, with me, and never leave. I don't think I can cope with loosing you again.

I love you, Freddie, forever and always.

From George.