I hate this…I hate knowing that you're all I ever think about and I know that it's useless to wonder what you're thinking. I find myself wondering how you are, or if you even wonder if I'm okay or if you ever wonder how my life, how our family, is going to turn out without you in it. If you were, I'm sure I would have heard something from you by now.
It must be hard to let me know, seeing as you're dead.
I wish I could have killed the death eater.
It's times like these when I think about what we had that I hate myself. I hate missing you, I hate the memories, I hate that you made all those promises and broke them in what seemed like such a short amount of time.
You were there, than you weren't.
We we're supposed to become even more successful become each other's best-man, I was supposed to baby-sit your first kid, and you were supposed to do the same for me. I want to move on and I want to admit that I hate you.
I'm sorry Fred. I hate you for leaving me.
No matter how much I say or think it, it doesn't seem to mean what it should though.
I hate you, is me trying to deny that I wish you would have just stayed alive. Why weren't you strong enough? You survived bludgers to the head, the whomping willow, you even survived asking somebody to the Yule Ball.
I want to tell you what you did to me but I think it wouldn't work out how it does in my head.
In my head, I see me telling you everything that I want you to know. I want you to know that I hate how you had to lie to me. You said we would both get through this. You said nothing could possibly happen. That was a lie, a lie you couldn't control, but a lie all the same.
The truth is, sometimes I wonder what it was all for. Everything we planned, all the pranks and Quidditch games.
I hate how we were so close. Sometimes I think it would have been better if you had never even been born as twins, but then I just hate myself for even thinking that. You were my best friend and I would never regret having known you as my brother.
But then nothing would have happened. I wouldn't have all those great memories with you.
I'm in pain. And I hate you for causing it.
No, I can't hate you; the words are so foreign to me that my brain simply can't process hating you.
I don't know what else to say. I want to describe what I feel right now but it's hard. I miss you, so much, there's no point in missing you, missing you, won't bring you back, Fred. I feel…I feel as though a piece of me is missing. Please, just come back so we can be Fred AND George, I don't want to be known as 'Just George'.