Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to the marvellous J.K.Rowling. The rest is mine.
I hope you like this little one-shot. I came up with this idea while lying in my bed trying (and failing) to get to sleep.
Please review; your comment would be appreciated. Thank you and enjoy.
Lament Fred
I stood, watching waiting unsure of what to do, or what to say. Would it help or make matters worse? He seemed to blend in with his surroundings, his dark brown trousers and coat, his orange hair. Around him the falling leaves of autumn, and the setting sun. The sweet, yet bitter smell of Hydrangea's filled the air reminding me of the way I felt. Though the war was over and our world now full of joy there were still those who's hearts were still full of pain, full of hatred from the loss of the war and the battle.
I watched him from a distance, not daring to make a sound, not wanting to disturb his solitude as a single tear rolled down my dark skin. We had both lost the same person five months ago, and although my grief still lingered in the air, I knew it did not smother me like it smothers him. I know that I was in pain when I lost him, when I knew he was never coming back, but I know my pain is nothing to compare to that of his brothers. It is nothing compared the misery and heartache that cloaks him everyday, every moment, every second.
Just imagine losing someone you love, and to know that they will never be there by your side anymore. And no matter how many times you turn your head and no matter how quickly, they shall always disappear before you can see them.
I can't imagine it. Can you?
Just imagine, waking up each day and hoping to see them there, across the room in their bed. But everyday they are not there.
Just imagine, having to see them, fell them, hear them everyday but knowing it isn't really them just you. When you look in the mirror, there they are; their eyes, their mouth, their nose and their hair. When your fingers brush your face, you feel them. And when you talk you hear their voice; their laugh when you laugh; though, I suppose you hearing that laughter rarely happens now.
George's soul was torn in two the day Fred died. I am sure he became half the person, half the man he ever was.
I know you miss him.
Your companion in crime…
Your detention buddy…
Your best friend…
Your brother…
Your twin…
You...
Another single tear rolled down my cheek, my breathing heavy trying to hold back my tears. But I couldn't. Letting out a cry of despair I ran to him and threw myself upon you. I hugged you, pressing my body close to him, scared that he should disappear too. For a moment he was still, startled at my movements, but after a few seconds I felt his arms close around me pulling me even closer to his body. I sniffed a scent upon him, but it was not his scent. It was Fred's.
"I'm so sorry George." I whispered my finger's clinging to his jacket.
"I know Angelina. So am I."
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