Okay so this is my first fanfic (kind of obvious) and it came to me after spending a day at Quidditch practice and then trying to go to sleep. Ah how inspiration loves to strike at 3am. I'm not sure how much this sticks to what's been said as canon.
Please review, I'd love some feedback.
"I miss you. People tell me that I should have been able to move on by now, but I can't. You were my other half, we were happy together. Fred Jr. is old enough now that he can recognise that his daddy's sad at the same time every year – sadder than he normally is. How can I move on from losing my twin? We were like the same person and losing you was like losing a huge chunk of myself.
It's been even harder the last few years. I think the only time I properly laughed was when Ron got his muggle driving license. I haven't called him Ronnikins since we lost you. It hasn't felt right to, not without you.
Fred, I feel like I'm losing my mind. I can't focus on anything, not even the joke shop. That was our dream, not mine. Angelina threw me out the other day because I've been lashing out for no real reason and drinking too much firewhisky. The only reason I can think of is that it's been twenty years. Twenty years since the battle. Since I lost you.
I've been thinking a lot more about death recently, wondering what it feels like. Does it hurt? The actual dying and being dead part I mean, not how you died. Do you still look the same? I don't want to die and be stuck as an old man if you're still young. I don't have anyone I can properly talk to now. No one really listens to what I'm actually trying to say and just think I'm suicidal. I don't know... maybe I am a little. I miss you so much it's like I'm in constant pain. Do you feel it too? Can you even hear me?
It's getting late. I've been sitting out here for hours trying to figure out what to say. Before I was always the planner, the schemer. You were always more impulsive but when I come here I lose all my words. All I have is the pain in my heart. I'll come back and see you again soon Fred. I love you."
The ginger man stood up stiffly, he didn't have a coat with him and the growing darkness had brought with it a chill that seeped through his thin clothing.
As he turned to leave he was completely unaware of the almost invisible spirit sitting on the grave. "I miss you too George..." the ghostly figure whispered to his twin's receding back before fading away into nothingness. Awaiting his brother's next visit.