Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling
Authors Note: Contains mention of Incest between twins, also mentions character death.
Heartache is one of those things nearly every single person in the world eventually goes through.
Sometimes it happens to those who believe they'll never have to go through it, but they do, and when it hits those who are unaware of it, that's when it hit's the hardest.
That's when the pain is like running into a brick wall at a hundred miles an hour head first.
The pain is unbearable, it's unmistakably painful, but eventually they get over it.
The difference between this heartache, and the heartache one gets when a loved one dies is that, no matter how much you try, that part in their heart where the one they lost used to be, will never close over.
It will forever be empty, for no matter how much you try and ignore that empty part in your heart, it always hurts, the pain always comes back.
No matter how many cards, or people saying they feel sorry for my loss, they will never no how I feel, I feel as if a piece of my soul has been torn away, and stolen from me.
I will never get over it, not until the day I die.
For I George Weasley lost my brother, Fred Weasley, my twin brother, the other part of me.
The other part of my soul.
No matter how sappy that sounds, he was my brother, my best friend, and my lover, my soul-mate.
End Note: I was so sad when Fred died :'(
And I'm a lover of Twincest, sorry just had to write this.