Notes: This has spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Also, I wrote it without editing or anything, so it might not be that good. I really don't even like it, but it expresses how I felt when Fred died. Okay. That's all.
George sat in his flat, empty and earless. The war was over, finally, and he could hear the people celebrating in the street below, but he couldn't join in. His twin was gone, forever, and there was nothing he could do about it.
There had never been a time when Fred and George couldn't help each other. There had never been a time when they hadn't been able to comfort each other. There had never been a time when they were apart for more than a day.
George hadn't mourned the loss of his ear. He was upset, of course, but at least he was alive, he had told himself. Now, the loss of the ear seemed so insignificant, so minor, that he barely even noticed it was missing. How could he, in the shadow of his brother's death?
All he wanted now, more than anything in the world, was to be numb to everything. Fred was such a big part of his life. Hell, Fred was his whole life. He wasn't anything without his twin. He was alone.
Fred had always been funnier, sweeter, lighter. He had a warm-heart and always let people know how he felt. He wasn't afraid to say anything. George was better looking, more reserved, logical, smarter. They were two parts of a whole, the excitable twin and the logical one. Now, only one half was left.
Fred and George had always taken risks, trying to see how far they could take it. They were always trying to feel something more than the last time, pushing the limits. But now George realized why people feared risks, why people feared emotions. This was why. It hurt so bad.
Adrenaline had kept the twins going all through the war. They had gone on Lee's radio show, which had been reckless, but right, and they hadn't felt anything. They had opened the joke shop, advertising products to use against You-Know-Who. But they hadn't felt rebellious for over a year, because they were high on adrenaline. They hadn't really felt anything. Now, the adrenaline rush was gone, leaving emotions to fill the emptiness it left behind.
George was alone.
End.