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George's worst nightmare came true.
Everynight George would wake up screaming.
"FRED? FRED WHERE ARE YOU?" George called out into the dark room, eyes slowly ajusting to the lighting.
Something in his mind told him that Fred was still going to be there, but somewhere inside he knew that he was never coming back.
The sound of George getting up from his bed filled the silence for a slight second.
Walking slowly towards Freds perfectly made bed, the floor creaked under his feet with each step.
"George?" The sound of his dads voice filled the room, startling him a bit.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright?" Arthur moved across the room to George, sitting down on Freds bed.
"yeah" George sat down next to his dad. He knew that his dad felt pain aswell, but he couldn't feel the pain that he was feeling. Arthur knew that George was taking this far worse then anybody else in the family.
"what's wrong?" His fathers voice was a low whisper, as if to not wake up Fred from sleeping like he had done so many times in the past.
"Nothing" Even if George told the truth, his father would never really understand. He could never understand the pain George felt for two days. Ever since Fred left. The face he shared was gone.
The bed shifted slightly, signalling that Arthur had stood up.
"Go back to bed, we've got a big day tomorrow"
George cringed at his fathers words. Freds funural was tomorrow.
He watched Arthur leave the room, the silence returning. The only noise was his unsteady breathing.
"goodnight fredy" George lied down in his brothers bed, putting a pillow next to him, placing his arm across it.
"Goodnight George" he whispered to himself and shut his eyes tightly, pretending that his brother was there to comfort him until he went back to sleep.
Tears rolled down his face as he took in the smell of Fred. Knowing after tomorrow, he'll never see his brother in person again. Dead or alive.