George kneels down next to the grave, gently setting down a bouquet of flowers.
"Hey, Fred, I'm back. Can you believe it's been fifteen years already? How time flies...
"Your kids are fourteen now, you know. They're so much like you were at that age... Even so, they're good kids. I think you'd be proud of them."
He falls silent for a moment before continuing to talk to his absent twin.
"I miss you a lot, Freddie. It's not the same without you. You should be the one raising the twins, not me. You and Angie. I miss her too, even if she didn't like much. I hope you two are together and happy, wherever you are. I can't wait until I can see you again, but don't worry. I'm not planning on letting that happen any time soon. Fred and Roxy need me still.
"Well, goodbye Freddy. I'll be back again next year." He stands, brushes the dirt from his robes, and walks away, knowing that he should not look back.
