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A/N: A letter to Fred, after he died, from Angelina.

Fred,

Sometimes I can feel you, you know, standing here with me, watching over me. I go to the lake, because that was our place. We spent our moments here, you holding me, whispering in my ear, and I cry. I cry for you, because I didn't want you to leave me. I thought we had a chance, you know, because even though we were so young, I really did love you. I loved you so much that it hurt, Fred, and I can't…I can't take that I'll never be able to see your face again, hear your voice, your laugh. Though, I know that George is your twin, and he looks like you, but he doesn't have your distinct tone of voice when he talks to me, or that look in his eyes when he gazes down at me. His laugh is very different, you know, cheery, but it doesn't have that familiar jingle in it that always made me smile. As I stand out here, at this lake, staring at the water, I can't help but think about what our life would have been like if you were still with me.

We would have been married, I think. Had children, of course, and they would probably be all boys. The store would have been going excellently with you and George, and we'd have a nice house, not too big, the perfect size. I'd be the wife, and you'd be the loving husband who came home to me every day. We would teach our children how to play Quidditch, and get them excited for Hogwarts, and they would be the best that they could. Our life together would have been perfect, you know. Even though people have said that love is a very strong word, and most only say it because they feel they need to, I just…I just want to let you know that I will always love you. It's not in that superficial, stupid way that most teenagers act, but it's true, true love. I never really got a chance to tell you that, so I just wanted to let you know that now.

You always had me laughing, you know. There was never a moment when I was with you that I wasn't laughing, or smiling. You had this way of making me laugh when I didn't even want to smile. I don't think we ever really fought, maybe on small things, like where to go out to dinner, or something stupid like that. Now, I regret those fights. It would have been so much better if our relationship was without them, but I suppose that was what made us stronger. It's funny, you know, because at one point, I thought that I could quite possibly live without a man in my life, but when I met you, everything changed, in a really, really spectacular way.

When I found out that you were killed, I cried for hours. On the floor, in my bedroom, I wouldn't get up, I couldn't. It was like my whole world felt like an earthquake had hit, and everything was out of whack. I wasn't myself, you know, and I suppose I still am not, in a way. I loved you, and the pain I felt was more than I could bare. But now, I come out here, to the lake, and I feel your presence. It's like you're sitting here with me, on our rock, with your arms wrapped tightly around my body. It's times like these when the coldness that I feel starts to fade away. I feel human again, instead of feeling lost without you. I'm hurt, but when I come here, I start to feel whole again.

So, I just wanted to let you know how much I miss you. I want more than anything to hear your voice again, or to maybe touch your skin. I think, maybe, if I let you know that I miss you, I might feel better. 'Cause in some strange way, I think I know that you miss me too.

Love,
Angelina