Don't Leave Me
Dear Gred,
I sit by your grave, watching the sun, set behind the green trees. I can faintly hear a family in the house down the road some. I can't believe you're gone; but then again I can't believe I'm still alive. It has been two months since the final battle and all I can think about is you. How you looked early in the morning with the first rays of sun shining down on your orange mop of hair.
I sit here waiting for the day death takes me so that I can be with you. So I can be with my other half; my better half. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm so sorry. You promised we would make it out alive; together. What happened there? What happened to forever, Fred? What am I supposed to do now? I have a joke shop to run but every time I walk through that door in the morning I have a mini panic attack. I can't even call my self Forge anymore it just sounds stupid.
I can't do this anymore; I cant' pretend like I got over the fact that I lost my everything. So, if by some chance you are reading this, I want to just say I love you. I love you so much it hurts; and when you died that night on May 2nd I died with you. So I write this now to tell you that I will see you soon and hope Mum and Dad read this to understand why I did it. I think they will. It's not like I'm keeping it hidden that I don't want to be without you.
So tonight when the sunsets I will slit my wrists and be with the one I love. I'm sorry I never got to have kids and grow old but I find it pointless to do it now. My dearest brother, lover, and partner-in-crime I tell you all this now because once I do it there is no turning back. If you want me to stay here tell me so, if not then I will be with you in the after life.
I love you,
Forge
George put the parchment, quill, and ink next to the tomb stone and looked at the sky. The sun set behind the frosty, green trees and George picked up the razor and dug into his wrists. His eyes closed and he had a slight smile on his lips. The last thing he heard before he died was "Come home. Georgie."