A/N:
I originally wrote this ages ago and completely forgot about it but here it is! A post war Fred and George one-shot that had to be done.
The bits inside the slashes (/) show parts that have been crossed out.
Dear Fred,
This is hard for me to do. I don't really know where to begin to be honest. They said, it would help make it easier if I did this. Said my final goodbyes. But the thing I really don't want to. I really don't want to. /I hate them for even suggesting I wanted or needed to say a final goodbye./
It's been a week so far since- well you know, and I can't even begin to describe this empty feeling that's taken over me. I feel missing. Like there's a part of me gone. It's you.
When I wake up in the morning and straight away I see your face staring at me from across the room and I start to say 'Hey Freddie' when I realise it's not you I see. It's my reflection. How does it get easier when I look at my reflection and see you grinning back at me. /It would be so easy for me to join you./
Even talking. I trail off how we usually do and finish each-other's sentences, but I don't have anyone to do that with anymore.
I've cried and cried and I don't think I can cry anymore. You wouldn't want me to cry anymore so I stopped, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.
How's the food up there Freddie? See any old friends? Remus and Tonks, Mad-Eye? I hope you like it where you are.
Just yesterday, Mum called me Fred. She realised a second after and I said, "Honestly woman, call yourself our mother." She cried after that. I'm not the best comforter.
I miss you Fred and I love you to heaven and back.
Love from your better half (and more attractive half- no need to pull that face I was just kidding!),
George
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S xx