I came up with this idea when I was thinking about how much I loved Fred + George (how funny they were + stuff) + how George would cope. This is in first person of George. Sorry for bad spelling + grammar.
Now that my brother's gone, I don't know what to do with myself. Every hour fells longer than the last and I always feel so lonely. I don't have that familiar face and constant smile with me. People always say, "He'll be with you forever." and point to my heart but that doesn't ease the pain, the sorrow. Why can't anyone understand how I feel? Ron's been crying but one kiss from Hermione and he's back to normal. Pfft, no girl can make me forget my best friend. When he met a girl, he didn't ditch her for me and I never ditched him for one. If only I had someone to relate to though, to help me ease the pain. Mum and Dad don't help, Dad's always comforting Mum and mum's always crying, feeling sorry for me, the closest to him.
"Hey George." Ginny whispered, knocking on my door.
"Hey Ginny," I managed to choke back.
"Mum wants to know if you want anything. And the public still want to know when your shop reopens."
"Like that will happen." I tried to snap but it came out weak. "Give them pucking pastels and get them to leave me alone. And no, I don't want anything." I know Ginny was only following Mum's orders and they were both trying to help but they were only making matters worse.
"Well if you do, we're here."
"Whatever." I sighed and watched Ginny disappear. I was so sick of them checking up on me, telling me everything was going to be okay. They were wrong, it wasn't. It never would be again. Without Fred, I am nothing, I am incomplete.
I finally came down to eat about half an hour after Ginny had visited. "Finally came down I see." Mum said, smiling weakly, her eyes bloodshot and watering.
"Yeah, I guess." I muttered, shrugging my shoulders and hiding my face.
"Everything's going to be okay Georgie." She whispered, clasping my shoulders in an awkward hug. I bit back my lip when she called me Georgie. Fred always called me Georgie. "He's in a better place."
"Keep on believing that but we will NEVER see him again and I can't live with that." I snapped, my eyes filling with tears.
"It will always be there like a scar but it will eventually heal." I shook my head, biting back my tears.
"Just because you've got over it, doesn't mean I have." Tears flooded my eyes and I turned my back to her, beginning to walk back to my room.
"Georgie..." She whispered. I broke into a run and took the steps two at a time. If she saw me cry, she'd just make matters worse. A floor from my room, I bumped in Ginny. "Sorry." I mumbled.
"George." She stopped me. I looked at her, knowing what was coming next. "Everything's going to be okay." She whispered, hugging me. I shook my head again, this time, tears flowing from my eyes like rapid waterfalls. Ginny tried to wipe my tears but I turned the opposite way. "George..." She whispered. I shook her off and carried on towards my room. She followed me silently. "Tomorrow, i'm taking you out. You need to get away from your dusty old room."
"Our dusty old room." I corrected her, referring to Fred. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Yeah... Well are you coming?" Ginny sighed, probably guessing my answers. I decided that it would be best to take a small walk in the fields or forest or something.
"Sure..." I whispered, shrugging my shoulders pathetically.
"Good." She mumbled and left me alone to cry.
What do you think? Sorry if the Chapters a bit short. Will try to make the next one longer;)