DISCLAIMER: JKROWLING OWNS ALL THESE CHARACTERS, NONE OF THESE ARE MINE. I'M JUST PLAYING AROUND WITH THEM.

Dearest Fred,

Everything's good here in the Weasley family; mum and dad are fine, so's Percy, Charlie, Ron, Ginny and Bill. And honestly, it's all the same here. Except Harry and Ginny are going out again and so are Ron and Hermione... who would have imagined?

Voldemort's dead, I already told you that though. The joke shop isn't dead. Ron helps me with it sometimes, I think he does it because he want's to comfort me. I don't mind.

I lied, Freddie.

Nothing's the same, not for me anyway. The only thing that's thankfully been keeping me busy is the joke shop. I can't look in the mirror without remembering you and all our memories together, how could I ever forget everything we've done? All those pranks we pulled at Hogwarts, at home when we became of age, all the muggle girls we impressed with our magic.

I can't live my life being constantly reminded of you anymore, it's torture. Visiting your grave every month isn't enough. We are brothers, twins, we're either together or both gone. Nothing haunts me more than the memory of seeing and hearing you die. Do you know how many times I've replayed that memory since you've left? Do you know what I've felt since you've left? Emptiness. I've felt so lonely. I've had no one to turn to and laugh at a joke with, no one to plan a prank with. You weren't just my brother, Fred, you were my best friend. We've been together since we were born and now, all of a sudden, you're gone?

I can't do this, I've given up. We were Gred and Forge, now it's Fred and George again. When you died, I died too. No matter how cliche that sounds, it's true. I've spent my whole life with you; smiling, laughing, singing, joking, talking, learning, pranking. Who am I going to do that with now? Even if I do find someone else to do it with, it's not the same. We were twins, twins are together, they make a whole. I'm not whole anymore, Fred. I'm broken.

There hasn't been one night I've gone to bed and haven't cried, and still, I always open my eyes after and hope your ghost would be in front of me, smiling and telling me to pull it together. Can you hear me? Do you see me cry? Will you even come to me and tell me to pull myself together or do I have to come to you? I'm sure the killing curse isn't so bad; it's a quick death, a quick death is painless isn't it? I don't mind if it hurts, I'll be with you. I'd go through every pain there is on Earth to be with you again.

Is what I'm going to do selfish? I know everyone's going to read this after and blame themselves, but it's not their fault. They couldn't have done anything. Don't you blame them either, Fred. They've been trying so hard, if you'd been looking down this whole time then you'd have noticed. It's me. I can't move on, but do you really expect me to? If I died, would you have one this? Would you have been stronger than me and moved on?

I haven't even asked how you're doing up there, sorry. Merlin, how rude of me.

Well, Freddie, it's about to get a million times better.

Your dear brother,

George.

NOTE: I had written this a long time ago and I've tried to change it a little and improve it but I'm pretty sure this is definitely not my best writing piece.

NOTE+1: Thank you to Jai000 ( u/5684324/) for translating this into Russian. The Russian translation can be found here: /readfic/1907939