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A/N: This is Angelina after Fred's death. Please let me know how I did on this one.
It's hard to believe you're gone. It seems like, just moments ago, you were here with me, and now you're not. Hopefully you're in a better place; then again, nearly anywhere would be better than here.
How am I supposed to live without you? No one really knew we were together; they won't understand when I cry uncontrollably at your funeral. They won't understand, because they never knew.
I'll put roses on your grave every week, maybe more than that if I can manage. I haven't the least idea what I'm doing with my life right now so don't expect dozens. But I promise I'll do it, the same way I know you would if I were the dead one and you were the survivor.
I'll have to tell your family about us, at least your mother. I know they'll take me in with open arms, that I'll practically become part of your family. That's what I love about your family – they're always so open to people, so willing to take in anyone who needs them.
I'll try not to tell George, even though you probably did. He always liked me, I think, and this would be the final straw for him. He probably feels even worse than I do right now. I lost my lover; he lost his other half.
Everything we never got to do together will probably haunt me till I'm with you again. I always pictured a happy ending for us – marriage, children, and a nice life. But now it will never happen.
Maybe I will learn to love again. I've been called pretty before; maybe I will find someone else to be with. But whoever he is, or if he even comes, I will never let him replace you. You were the first one I loved, the first one I needed, the first one I couldn't live without.
I promise that I won't forget you.