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I love this song so much!!
II. The first Month
When you're at the end of the road
George can't remember if it's ever been so hard to go to work.
Of course it hasn't. What a daft thought.
His eyes scan the shop as if he has never seen it before. Maybe it's even true. He's never seen it like this. So empty. So cold.
Through all those years in Hogwarts, George knew for sure that everything would eventually lead him to this place in Diagon Alley. Everything would be worth it in the end.
But now he's reached a dead end, and he is trapped alone in this nightmare that once was a dream for two.
And you've lost all sense of control
Every morning George gets up at 7 o'clock, except for Sundays. He takes a shower and has breakfast and opens the shop at 8. He has lunch break at midday and closes the door at half past 6 every evening.
It's a good routine. George is sure that some control is all it takes. He doesn't have to cry if he doesn't want to. He doesn't have to give in to that feeling of being a moth in a hurricane.
Only sometimes, at night, he wonders how long he will be able to keep up the pretense that everything's alright.
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
The fact that the kitchen table at The Burrow is quieter now can be denied. George is sure that it's not true. It can't be quiet with so many people going in and out, so no need to cry.
The pity in the customers' eyes isn't for him alone. It's for Ron, too, so that's okay.
He is quite confident that someday the sadness will fade, and that the emptiness within - well, he'll get used to it.
George can fight all evidence of emotions.
But he can't fight the voice inside his head that asks why he wasn't there.
Your faith walks on broken glass
George feels his mother's arms around him, and although he can't see her face, he knows that tears are running down her face. She won't let him see them, though. She'll wipe them away before looking at him.
He knows she wants to tell him that someday everything will be alright. Maybe she needs to tell herself, too.
But for the first time in his life, George finds it impossible to believe in her words. All his senses tell him that it won't get easier, not tomorrow, not anytime soon.
Just one person could make things right, and he won't.
And the hangover doesn't pass
The taste in the back of his mouth is disgusting. It's a blend of too many people talking to him, way too loud music, and most of all too much firewhiskey. His head is pounding and he keeps his eyes shut tight.
For a moment George thinks it's not even that bad. The pain is comforting, in a weird way. It reminds him that there's still a kind of pain that will eventually ease.
Suddenly he feels a hand on his chest, and he flinches. Slowly he opens his eyes and looks left.
For Godric's sake, what have I done?
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
He hears her foorsteps on the stairs, then the door is slammed shut.
For some reason, he is still standing in his bedroom with bare feet and the notion that it wasn't his best idea to say "Let's forget about that, okay?". Tactless git he is.
He doesn't remember much of the last night. Does it matter? George isn't so sure. Maybe he shouldn't have let her go. But that's how it is, isn't it?, he thinks. In the end, you will lose everything that matters, because nothing stays forever. Only the pain remains - and the search for answers.
