Written for 'The Star Challenge' for the stars Castor and Pollux. I used the prompt 'write about the Weasley twins'.
Gosh, this made me very sad writing this.
BROKEN
When Fred died, George died.
Not literally, but almost. Seeing his twin brother lying lifeless on the stone floor was something George would have never imagined in a million years.
They had always done everything together. They were born together. They had their birthdays together. They went to school together. They had class together. They made jokes together. They ran their business together.
They were supposed to die together.
What had gone wrong?
How could he do this without Fred? How was he to blow out the candles by himself? How was he to go to work by himself? How was he to trick people into thinking he was Fred instead of George?
How was he to breathe?
Fred had always been a part of him. A part that had just been ripped right out.
He was torn in two.
How was he to smile?
How was he to laugh?
How was he to go on?
How was he supposed to carry on his life being a twin, without a twin to share everything with?
He cried. He screamed.
He broke.
~THE END~