Aalina chewed on her lip. "Do you want something to drink?" She asked George who was sitting at her kitchen table. After their embrace at Fred's grave earlier they'd decided to stay with each other until at least the morning. So they knew they were both okay.
"Whatever is fine with me." George said and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled at her when she handed him a glass of water. Well that's what he figured it was.
"You know Fred and I talked about the war a few times." Aalina said as she looked down at her mug filled with tea, she was gripping it kind of tight. "He tried to convince me not to go with him, saying it was going to be too dangerous and he wouldn't be able to live if he found me dead somewhere." she said biting her lip when she felt the tears again. "God I'm an emotional wreck." she whispered and wiped her eyes.
"That was the first time we've ever had a real argument, one where we actually disagreed on something, not just me getting upset because he dumped some water on me, or made me lose my place in a book, or me not understanding his wonderful new jokes." she said then took a sip of her tea.
"We actually fought about this. I won obviously because I was there, but nothing turned out like we'd actually planned. He wasn't supposed to die, of course I feel stupid I mean it was a war, we had no control over it, but still. It'd meant a lot what he told me after the fight. I remember his arms around me. We swayed a bit and he kissed my head, and then whispered all his plans for after the war." she was again crying while she told George the story. Something she just felt like sharing.
"He was all 'Aalina we're going to get married then go to Italy, and I'm going to rent us a one of those boat things the mugglles use to get around. Then we're going to shag like animals all night long, and we're going to make a baby. It'll be beautiful. I hope it looks like you love.' Then he told me he loved me." she couldn't take it. It seemed everything was going wrong. When she tried to talk about Fred she got so upset. He'd been dead for almost a year, and everyone told her that talking about him might help her get over his death and move on. But it wasn't. Talking about it made her miss him more.
She felt like not a soul in the world understood how in love she was with him. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her. There wasn't a person in the world that she could ever love the way she loved Fred. She'd been so close to him since she was eleven. He was her first kiss, the reason all the other relationships with people never worked out and he'd been gone for almost a year and she still didn't know what to do with her life. She felt so lost and lonely without him. Even when she was surrounded by people who loved and cared for her.
George was speechless as she told him everything. Fred had never been one to share what all him and Aalina did while they were alone, together. It was just something Fred didn't talk about, even when George would ask him. And he could tell by the way Aalina sounded, the way she looked, how she cried, everything about the story that she was having a really hard time dealing with this. Harder than he'd expected. He knew his brother a lot better than anyone, and he knew Fred really was madly in love with Aalina, it'd been like that since they were young. George remembered Fred telling him one day. 'One day I'm going to make Aalina my wife.' He didn't want to tell Aalina that and make her more upset than he already was.
But from that day on he knew how much his brother felt about this girl. Who now was standing in front of him with her head laid down on a counter, crying her eyes out, and pouring her soul out to try and get over him, as she grieved. And it was kind of hard to see her like this. It was upsetting him. And if she were to push him away, he'd understand but in this moment he realized what Fred had really wanted when he told him to take care of Aalina if anything were to happen to him. And he was going to make sure he was there for her no matter what, because he may not be Fred, and he may not be the love of her life, but he was the love of her life's living twin brother and he knew that she needed him there for her, as much as he needed her in his life. To be reminded his brother because even he was upset about it, still. And maybe just maybe together they could overcome the upset much better than if they weren't there for each other at all.
Aalina felt a hand on her back. She looked stood up straight and looked at him. "Thanks for being here Georgie." she whispered and wiped her eyes with her thumb.
"No problem." he whispered and kissed her head. "Everything is going to be okay Aalina, and I'm here if you need me. Whenever." he told her and pulled her into a hug. "I think for now though we need to take your mind off of Fred and put it on something else, something more peaceful and less upsetting." he said and tried to think of something. "How about I make you dinner, and we watch one of those muggle things, um movies. I think is what their called, you know on that tape thing." he said sounding stupid.
Aalina playfully rolled her wet eyes at him. "You're as bad as he was about muggle things." she said but nodded, "And that sounds wonderful actually I haven't eaten all day." she said and pulled away from him for a moment. "Thanks for being here. It really means a lot." she told him then kissed his cheek and headed off to find a muggle movie for them to watch.
She was glad that George was there, to help her out. Help her get back on her feet, and help her move on. Though no matter what happens she was never going to forget about Fred. Or anything she'd been through with him.