(Disclaimer: Psh, like I own these characters.)
George Weasley lay awake in the small, rickety bed. His lanky frame caused his feet to dangle over the edge by several inches. The hotel was dingy and dark, which suited his mood perfectly. He'd had a bit of trouble using the Muggle money to rent the room, but he just couldn't stay in the flat about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes any longer.
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly without you.
The emptiness of what had once been his and Fred's bed was enough to make him want to throw himself out the window. The bed was cold and hard without his twin filling the space beside him. George would wake in the middle of the night and move to wrap his arm around Fred's waist, only to find that Fred still wasn't there. Fred would never be there again.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die without you.
Without you the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die without you.
Voldemort had taken his brother, his best friend, his other half. It seemed that a large black hole had opened up inside George's chest. It pulled and pulled where his heart used to be. Fred was gone, and it killed him to think about it. When Fred died it felt like someone had taken George's hand and tore away half of his body with it. Now he was only a phantom of what they had once been.
The world revives, colors renew.
But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue
Without you.
Without you, the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Without you the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.
The mind churns, the heart yearns, the tears dry without you.
No one could understand George's loss. Nobody had lost Fred on so many levels as he. Ron, Ginny, Bill and Charlie had only lost a brother, Arthur and Molly a son. But not only had George lost his brother and best friend, but his lover as well. At times George could still feel Fred's warmth beside him in the bed that he hadn't left for days. He would wake with Fred's voice in his head, whispering his name.
Life goes on but I'm gone
'cause I've died without you.
Without you.
How had this happened? How did things get this bad? And what type of God would take one twin, but not the other? George closed his eyes tightly against these thoughts, burrowing farther beneath the covers. Fred was gone, and a very large part of George had been taken with him.
(A/N: The song used is "Without You" from the Rent soundtrack)