WARNING: THIS MIGHT BE VERY DEPRESSING! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: It's inspired by those pictures on Tumblr. I cried when I saw those and when writing this I got so sad:(

George Weasley had been levitating the furniture in his room. It had been his and Fred's room until Fred died, and it reminded him of his twin too much that he decided to move things to make the room less familiar. He was trying to make the drawer move when he discovered something sticking out behind it.

George tugged, and out fell an envelope, with his name "Georgie" written on it. He realized painfully that it was Fred's penmanship.

With trembling fingers, he opened the envelope.

Dear Georgie, or should I call you Forge?

HA! I guess you never know that I'm writing an actual letter to you, since we're always together. Admit it, I'm not only the handsome one but also the clever one. This is funny, though. Once I read Hermione's muggle books in secret and found out that some muggles would write a letter to their older selves and then hide it in some place until he or she finds it again. So then I thought, wow maybe I can write a letter, only it's not for my older self but for my twin brother. Imagine his face when he finds out when we are older! This is definitely one of the stories we are going to tell our sons and daughters. How 'bout that eh Georgie? *cheeky grin*

Anyway, don't worry, I haven't put any jinx on the parchment so feel free to touch it. But I'm afraid you've already touched it, seeing that you've read the whole letter.

The better half of the Weasley twins:)

When George put down the letter, his vision was blurred by his tears.

((-))

Dear Fred,

You wrote me a friggin' letter, so here I am, writing one for you.

It's been a while. Everything's much the same, yet nothing is ever the same without you. Mum and Ginny cried every time they set down knives and forks for meals, and the house is a lot quieter without you as my partner in crime.

The joke shop is going fabulously, though, with Angelina helping me. Mind you Freddie, Angelina and I are married. We have a son now and I named him after you. Go ahead, be jealous and punch me in the shoulder like you used to. Anyway, things are going smoothly for the joke shop, but like I said, it's not the same any more.

And I swear I can see you in little Fred. He's a born prankster, that kiddo. At night when he goes to bed, I tell him stories about you, and about us, and all the things we did together. He always laughs and once he actually rolled off his bed clutching his stomach and laughing to no end that Angelina had to come up to see what was going on.

Oh how I miss the old times.

I wish we could grow old together, and just like you said in that letter of yours, I wish we could tell our adventures and explorations to our sons and daughters.

It's your fault, Fred. You shouldn't leave me like this. You shouldn't leave the family like this. I'm no one without you.

Love,

George

P.S. Fred Jr. wants to meet his namesake. He admires you so much that even I get jealous sometimes.

Another P.S. We all miss you, Freddie. Painfully so.