It is said that when one twin dies, the other can die within days. I never considered it really; it seemed natural for us both to die together. Dying apart was unthinkable. So I can't understand how it happened.

I suppose the saying is true though. I can't eat anything without it coming back up without my consent. I'm too weak to even step out of bed. Every day I just like here and think, but even that tires me. I sleep more and more every day. I guess one day, I won't wake up. It's not even that scary of a thought to me. I'd be reunited with my twin, and that's all that mattered to me.

My family knows I'm dying. I see it in how Mum cooks my favorite foods more often and spends more time in my room with me "cleaning". Dad is telling me how brilliant some muggle pranksters are and some wicked inventions. Bill and Charlie actually came home and make sure my days are not lonely. Percy is quiet and he doesn't brag about anything. He is shushed like I always wished he would be. Yet I don't want that anymore. Ron constantly sends me letters about all his Quidditch matches and Ginny always signs her letters, "With love".

My hand on the clock is clicking towards "Mortal Peril". Perhaps they should change the name to something less attracting of attention.

I'm starting to get a bit sleepy. My eyes are so heavy…but Mum quickly grabs my hand and says, "Hang on, George! Please, just for one more day, stay with us!" I close my eyes and squeeze her hand. I suppose I can wake up one more time. Life owes me that.

I open bleary eyes when Mum shakes me gently. The whole Weasley clan is here. I can't speak anymore. It takes so much effort, and I'm just content to look at the loving looks on their faces. I vaguely notice my head is on Fred's pillow, which is stacked on top of mine. Almost fitting, really.

My vision is slightly blurred. I almost panic; I want to see their faces one more time! But then I suppose I am no longer in control. I should really just let go. But I can't. Not yet.

With my last breath, I force out the feeble words, "I love you…" In my head I add, "Mischief managed."

I'm not so happy with this. I just think it's too spread out without a real plot. But please review with constructive criticism! And I'm pretty sure I have anonymous reviews enabled.

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