Forever
It was September 1st, 1998. Angelina Johnson, dressed in black robes, pushed open the gates to the Godric's Hallow cemetary. She didn't even look where she was going; her feet had followed the path many times, and knew it by heart.
Her face was already covered with dry tears as she kneeled down in front of the grave, her eyes aching and wet. "I'm sorry," she whispered, slipping off a beautiful engagement ring and placing it on the dirt in front of the stone.
"Fred, I'm so sorry. I still love you. I will always love you. But I can't keep living in the past. Today was supposed to be our wedding day. But we're never going to get married.
"I can't just keep living in the past, Fred. I won't spend my life mourning you. I want to keep living. I know that's what I want you to do if I had been killed and you survived. I would want you to keep living.
"I'll always love you, Fred, but I won't spend forever waiting for you."
With that, she buried her face in her arms and sobbed quietly.
A young man approached the stone and sat down next to it without even noticing the mourning witch. He began talking to it, telling it about his day. Angelina looked up and noticed the man had no left ear.
"Hello, George," she said quietly. She knew that he came down here all the time, even more than she did.
"What do you want? Can't I talk to my brother in peace?" snapped George, turning to glare at her. His breath smelled strongly of firewhiskey.
"George, you're drunk," she pointed out. "You need to come home. You visited him this morning, and you can visit him again tomorrow, after you've sobered up."
"Angie," whined George, "I don't wanna. I just wanna stay here forever." He grabbed his twin's tombstone and hugged it tight, his belly on the ground. He felt the ring she had left there, and picked it up, sitting up.
"Why did you take it off, Angie? Don't you like it?" he asked, a bewildered expression on his face. It did look so much like Fred's, though, thought Angelina, fighting back even more tears.
She sighed. "George, you know how much I loved Fred, and how much I still do. But I can't keep holding on to the past. Fred would want be to keep living." She buried the ring in the flowers, stood up, and held out her hand. "He'd want you to keep living, too."
George took her hand and stood up. "Stay with me?" he whimpered.
"Forever," Angelina promised.