I lay in bed and think... how long has it been since the closest person in the world to me died? Three years now. Every day has been miserable without him. He wasn't just my twin. He was another part of me. The moment that wall blew back and killed him was the worst moment of my life. Every minute since has been hell, nothing feels the same. Life feels empty. I will never feel love, I can't with him gone. I miss him so damn bad, I'll never see him again. I still remember sitting around in our sweaters, his saying "F" and mine saying "G", getting our Hogwarts acceptance letters. How happy mum was, how happy the two of us were.
I'll never be happy again.
Never.
Rest in peace, Fred.