WARNING: Cutting, blood, and angst ahead!
George sat on Fred's bed. He had not moved since arriving back home after the battle. Ron, Ginny, Bill and Charlie knew better than to disturb him. Fred, Fred, Fred. That's all his mind could think of. Fred smiling, Fred laughing, Fred pranking, Fred kissing him. Fred, George thought, tears started running down his face. He slowly sat up and took his wand. He pointed it on top of his wrist, "Infindo" he whispered. Blood spurted from his wrist, and started soaking the sheets. George leaned back and closed his eyes. If Fred was dead, he would be damn sure that he would join him.
Depressing right? I was kind surprised of how sad I made this one. Oh and I made the spell "infindo" if you would like to use it for your own story thats fine but message me first ok?