Still, these things I Do

by Phoenix-Flower92

George still directs jokes at Fred, but Fred is no longer there to laugh. Post DH.

I still direct jokes at you at night, in our room, right before I'm ready to go to sleep, but you don't laugh.

I still set a plate for you at meals when Mum asks me to set the table, but you don't join us, nor do you eat.

I still remember how scared you are of thunderstorms, and still on stormy nights, I make room for you on my bed, but your feet don't patter across the floor. You don't whimper and shake, and you don't curl up beside me, frightened.

You don't laugh, you don't join us at the table, you don't eat, you don't lean on me when you're weak and I'm not…is it going to be like this forever???

Because if it is, then I don't know…in some ways I wonder…would it be better for me to join you?