Chapter 3: Like You
Main character: George Weasley
Stay
low
soft, dark, and dreamless
far beneath my nightmares and
loneliness
I hate me
for breathing without you
I don't
want to feel anymore for you
After George, his mind just… stopped working. There wasn't a thought in his head, not an emotion he was feeling. But behind his mind, behind the blank, thoughtlessness, there was pain. Undeniable, terrible, phenomenal pain. How could he ever feel like this? This pain was worse than anything. He couldn't comprehend anything except that there was a blank spot where is twin- his best friend- should be there. He couldn't comprehend that Voldemort was dead, that Remus and Tonx were gone, because Fred was gone, and that drowned out everything else. Everything.
grieving
for you
I'm not grieving for you
nothing real love can't undo
and though I may have lost my way
all paths lead straight to
youBut
he didn't shed a tear. He was too devastated to cry. The tears
would come later, much later, when it sank in, but right then, when
he saw his twin laying there, the pain was too much to do anything
but stare. He wanted to scream, to run, to cry, anything. But he
couldn't. He was paralyzed, eyes glued to his dead twin.
I
long to be like you
lie
cold in the ground like you
Halo
blinding wall between us
melt away and leave us alone again
humming, haunted somewhere
out there
I believe our love can see us through in death
And
later that night, after it sunk in and he had cried, after everyone
was asleep, he wanted nothing more than his twin back. But he knew
that would never happen, so he wanted the next best thing- he wanted
to be up there, with his twin. He wanted to die, so he could just be
with his best friend again. He never seriously thought about ending
his life, because he knew that Fred would be pissed beyond belief if
he knew
that George considered dying
for
him. And George still believes that Fred is watching over them,
making sure there's some laughter in their lives. And George is
sure that Fred's happy up there, laughing at the stupid things his
family and friends do. I
long to be like you
lie cold in the ground like you
there's
room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you
I'm coming for
you
And
even now, after many years after Fred's death, George still sets
aside time to grieve. On his and Fred's birthday and on the
anniversary of his death, he goes to Fred's grave. He's never
cried, he just sits and shares stories with his dead best friend,
laughs, and jokes, just like they used to. You're
not alone
no matter what they told you you're not alone
I'll
be right beside you forevermore
And
George still waits for Fred to finish his sentences sometimes, or for
him to make a random joke when it's tense. But he never does, and
George gets an unbelievable sense of loneliness when that happens,
and all he wants is for his twin to be sitting there next to him,
cracking a joke. I
long to be like you, sis
lie cold in the ground like you, dead
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you
and
as we lay in silent bliss
I know you remember me
I long to be
like you
lie cold in the ground like you
there's room inside
for two and I'm not grieving for you
I'm coming for you
But, in the end, he's okay. He knows he'll see his twin eventually, and that they'll have a grand reunion, laughing, fireworks, and many pranks. It's hard for him to wait, but he knows it'll be worth it. And Fred would never forgive him if he sped up the process, just so he could see his brother again. So George continues living his life, without regret and with plenty of laughs, but he never forgets his brother. Never.
A/N: Holy CRAP did that take a while to get out. I know this was originally supposed to be Leave Out All The Rest, but when I tried to write it, I got half way through and I couldn't do anything else, sorry. I'm quite pleased with this chapter, actually, it took me like 20 minutes to write. Please review!