I hate this.
Why are they staring at me, their eyes all puffy and red, wondering why mine aren't the same?
Can't they see this is more than that? More than sorrow tears, more than meaningful looks? I mean, I just lost the only person who completely understood me, who was me.
No, lost isn't the right word. I didn't lose him, like you would lose a quill. I wont be able to find him, get him back.
Ever.
But, anyway, why do they expect me to cry? Don't they understand this is bigger than that emotion? I wouldn't cry when I don't have the one person I need the most. The one who means the most...
I can only wonder…
Wonder why it was him, his turn to go, instead of mine.
Wonder why God put an end to Fred Weasley's life, so that he can never walk the earth again. Never laugh again, never smile.
Does this categorize under the phrase, "Everything happens for a reason"?
Cuz I still can't see the reason…