disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
dedication: To summer. Don't leave. Not yet, at least.
note: I'm awfully bored. Vampires Suck is on & my mind is spinning & my brain is dead. It's a shame, really … I need that thing for school…
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"Hey, Fred," Katie whispered, her voice low and broken, "how are you?"
There was no answer — only a deafening silence that seemed to stretch for infinity. The wind whistled, the flowers bent, and life went on.
"I'm fine," she continued. "I meet with Angelina and Alicia every Friday for a Butterbeer. Well, only when George lets Angie leave. You know how he is."
She swiped at her face when the tears began to roll, and she knew that she had to stop. That was all she did these days — cry and cry and cry. She felt she had shed enough tears to fill the seven seas and yet her heart was still broken, still torn, and no amount of crying helped.
"I miss you, you know," she murmured shakily. "All of us miss you. And you know, Fred, I never got to say goodbye."
The wind whipped her cheeks and her hair and she pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears. Her unbound hair fell like a curtain around her face, and she thought that she could hear Fred's chuckle in the whispering breeze.
She hiccupped. "I miss you, Fred," she repeated. "It's not the same anymore. Everyone's mourning and you're gone and it's just … not … fair …"
Her fingers met the cool, smooth surface of his headstone and she shuddered, her eyes closing of their own accord. Images of Fred swirled around her, filling her with a lonely kind of nostalgia.
The way his lips quirked up when he was amused. The dimple that appeared when he smiled. The pranks he played with his twin. The way he played Quidditch. His short, fiery red hair. His beautiful blue eyes.
Katie exhaled heavily and thanked Merlin that she stopped crying. She needed to get away — needed to leave — needed to stop torturing herself like this.
"I love you, Fred," Katie said, "but I'm going to try to stop crying now. I still miss you, but I need to move on. Life has to go on."
The wind caressed her and she stood, feeling stronger but every bit as sad as before. In the breeze she was sure she heard, "I love you, Katie."
She might have just been hearing things, though.
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footnote: Okay, so, I'm not sure how well I did on this one.
footnote1: Now that you've read, I'd love it if you would review.