Disclaimer: No, the reason I have no time to upload fanfiction is not because I have suddenly became our queen, J.K. Rowling. This being the case, I do not own these characters.

A/N: Written for Alohamoro080's True Colors Competition. R&R?

Looking down at Fred's casket, the tears fill my eyes. I could never have imagined seeing my twin, my best friend, the person who knew the most about me and the person I knew the most about being put into the ground. The black box he's about to be buried in doesn't fit him at all. Fred, if he had had a choice in all this, would have wanted his resting box to be colorful and fun. He wouldn't have wanted his funeral to be solemn. He'd expect me to be pulling pranks and telling jokes. He would've wanted me to wear my most colorful outfit, not this black that I'm sporting on this horrific day. I never thought I'd spend most of my life without him. I never thought I'd be wearing black to his funeral.
I guess, now that I'm thinking about it, we'd always known that one of us would have to live without the other...even if just for a short time. I'd always sorta hoped that we'd die together, as strange as that is. Or, as horrible as a thought this is, that I'd die first. Fred was always the funnier one, the smarter one. I'm not going to act like that isn't true. He'd be fine without me. He would have been strong enough to go to my funeral and pull the pranks and crack the jokes and be the light shining through a dark room. I don't have that strength at all. I look down at my black clothes and realize how different the two of us really were. I was just his sidekick, the one who was around to finish his jokes, to help with the projects, the brain to bounce ideas off of.

I look at my family and friends standing around me. They all look so sad. We've all lost the one person who could bring laughter to any situation. None of us will be as happy as we used to be. However, every single one of them will get over it. They'll move on. This death will always be with me. My eyes will never light up again. Maybe I'll even grow to love the dark, dismal color of black. It would be quite fitting with my mood.

Of course, I'll have to keep the joke shop running. I'd have to do it for Fred. This was our dream, of course, but it was his idea. His heart, soul, and brain was always in this project. No matter what we did, it was to help us with our future shop. We planned and saved and learned and practiced and experimented all for this. I can't let it go. It'll be hard to maintain without him, but I'll have to keep it going. I owe it to Fred. I owe everything I ever do with my life to Fred. I've given the unfair ability to keep living, while Fred had to perish in the war.

I think that, even though Fred is the one who is gone for the war, I got the worse punishment. I need to live without him. I need to keep going without him. I need to celebrate our birthday without him. I need to run our shop without him. I need to go through life, through hardships, through happy celebrations, through everything...without him.

It's not fair. He gets to lay in the ground and I get to suffer through life. Meanwhile, I have to go through life, with this death on my shoulder, black clothes on my body, and my brother in the earth.