It had been many many years since his twin had died in the battle George still missed him Fred was his other half, but he was better now he had his wife and children and his friends all of whom he loved but they just weren't his Fred his twin. The only thing was without his other half he felt sick but while he was young it wasn't so bad he just passed it off as some lasting pain for the battle, the older he got however it just got worse and worse and he couldn't hide it. Those he cared about learned what it was and they stayed by him supporting him and loving him knowing he would die soon. Soon when he was 68 he couldn't get out of bed. He had already said goodbye to his friends and family and then he closed his eyes and his heart slowed until it was stopped his friends and family had few tears for they knew he'd be happier he'd be with Fred, they would miss their tricksters though. George opened his eyes to see himself staring down at him "c'mon Gred time to get up" he heard "ok forge" he said a big smile on his face as he brought his twin close and hugged him tight never wanting to let go.