Well, this is because I just read the end of the 7th book for the fifth or sixth time and I still cried when Fred died… It was so embarrassing! I decided I would try and comfort myself with writing this.
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Dear Fred,
I can't believe it! Why were you so stupid! Why did you go and get your self-killed? I can't cope! Life is not worth living with out you! When you fell, it looked like you were still laughing… I thought you were going to pull your self up and laugh and say 'Ha! Your face! You actually thought I was dead!'… But you didn't… you lay there, the colour slowly draining from your face… getting colder and colder until you felt like ice. Then I saw you in the hall… Ron and Mum leaning over you. No matter how much I wanted to cry, I just couldn't… It wasn't until the next evening when it hit me… you were dead… you weren't coming back… I broke down and didn't leave my room for an entire week.
Come back to us Fred. I can't cope. Please come back…
Love George.
xoxox
Well… I know it's a little short but it got my feeling out. Let me know if you want me to write more.
Reviews welcome!