A/N: This may be a bit sad. But, hey. I needed to write this. Also, it took me longer than expected because I was crying the whole time. I'mma wimp. -.-"
FGWFGW
George Weasley walks slowly to the gravesight, his normal, freckly, lit up face down and gloomy. He has a letter, and two flowers in his hand.
As he reaches the small stone, he drops to his knees and he lets two tears fall as he sets the flowers gently onto the bottom of the stone, right near his name. He unfolds the letter, and he looks at the stone.
"Mum says that I should come here every month, and that I should write you a letter each time," he says aloud. "So, here it goes." He takes the letter in his slightly shakey fingers and opens it. His mouth feels dry and numb, but he manages to read. "Dear Fred," he reads, "it's not the same without you at home. Everyone is really depressed, but they say I'm the one who ought to feel the most depressed."
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. "I'm still running our shop... that's one thing I refuse to let go because we created the shop together," he continues on, gripping the letter tightly. "But when it comes to pulling pranks, it's not the same at all. I just don't have it in me to do it anymore... not without your help." He swallows thickly, taking a glance at the gravestone that says, 'In loving memory of Fred Weasley: Son, Brother, and Friend.'
"Angelina and I are getting married," he says, his voice thick with the tears he refuses to shed until he's done. "Can you believe it? Me, married. I guess it was only a matter of time before I was to settle down, though, eh?" He tries to crack a smile, having seeing Fred's smiling face mirroring his own inside his head, but he doesn't quite make it. "I wish you were here... so when Angelina and me get married, you could be by my side... my best man." He takes another deep breath before clenching his teeth together, forcing the tears threatening to fall back. He has to finish this.
"When I lost you, I lost more than a brother, Freddie," he murmurs quietly, his voice barely audible. "I lost a best friend, my other half. Because that's what you are, my twin." He makes a little coughing noise to hold back the sob that's awaiting to be risen. "You were my best friend, yes... you were my favorite person, and I could trust you with my life. I just wish I could've done more ... done better to save you."
This time he doesn't stop the tears, because he's near finished the letter, and a strangled noise arises from his throat, and he allows himself to fall back from his knees onto his backside, bringing his knees to the center of his chest. "Never forget that I will miss you more than anything, 'kay, Freddie? Love always, your twin brother." By the time he's finished reading, he's almost sobbing hysterically. He takes his wand from his pocket, and he puts the letter on the tomb stone, muttering a sticking charm so it sticks at the tombstone.
He sits there, and counts to fifteen before getting up and glancing down at the tombstone once more. "I'll see you next month, Freddie." He walks off then, a tiny smile etched across his red and puffy face. He didn't lose his brother, not really, because Fred will always be where George needs him. In his heart.
FGWFGW
A/N: Hope you liked it! It made me cry when I reread it, and it was no help that I was listening to Lily's Theme at the time of writing this.
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