Oh my god. This is so sad. So Fred died, and this is George coping... or, rather, not coping. Bring out your tissues, okay? Sorry it's short.
Disclaimer: No, I'm not J.K. Rowling. I'm some who is so uninspired right now that I can't write a good disclaimer. J.K. could write a better one... then again, she wouldn't have to cuz she owns the series! Lucky.
This fanfic was inspired by viria13.
Now, read it and weep...
The redheaded boy sat on his bed. Beside him was a box with the words "Weasley & Weasley" printed on the side. In his lap there was a sweater with an F on it. The boy wore a similar sweater, only with a G on it.
The boy stroked the sweater and whispered, "Well, Freddie, I guess that's that." His eyes filled with tears for his deceased twin. "I can't do it without you."
He buried his face into the fabric of the sweater, wanting to inhale his twin's scent, but it wasn't there. This sweater had been made three days ago. His mother had forgotten to not make this one, had forgotten that this one was no longer needed. The sweater smelled comforting, like his mother, but he needed more than comfort. He needed Fred.
He threw aside the sweater and slid of the bed. Unsteadily, he walked over to a mirror and looked at his reflection.
Fred looked back at him.
The two boys stared at each other.
"Fred," the boy whispered.
Fred's mouth moved at the exact same time, no doubt saying, "George," as he recognized his twin.
Both boys ran forward, towards each other, towards their other half.
They stopped in front of each other, separated by the glass.
No, it couldn't be glass, it had to be a portal, because Fred was right there, just behind it, if he could just reach him.
Together, George and Fred put out trembling hands, each reaching out to touch the other.
George's fingers met the cool silver-coated glass of a mirror.
Not a portal, a mirror.
A forehead came forward, resting gently on the glass. A tear slipped free of eyes that had been determined to remain dry. But this had destroyed his resolve.
"I'm delusional, Freddie," whispered George. "I can't go on without my other half. I'm incomplete." But nothing George could say would reverse Death.
Separated forever. Incomplete forever.
Seized with sudden rage, George lifted a hand, formed it into a fist, and punched his reflection.
The mirror shattered, and quite suddenly, George was alone.
"No..." came the soft murmur from the redhead with the bloody knuckles. "No, no, no... Freddie, come back, I didn't mean to hit you so hard..."
But the mirror was shattered, and George was too distraught to repair it.
Instead, the crying boy curled up on top of the silver shards, bleeding on the remains of his twin in the mirror, his one link to the half he had lost.
WHY? (T-T) I can't believe I wrote this! I'M CRYING SO F***ING HARD RIGHT NOW!
Well, if for some insane reason you liked this, please review. Also review if George calling Fred "Freddie" made you cry. Also review if some other part made you cry. God dammit, just review please!
And remember, try not to kill me!
I'm still crying.
Love ya... *still crying here* lulu