A/N: The fourth Chapter! This is a sad one, letters from George to Fred about how he's dealing with his grief.
I wish I owned George.
I'd comfort him.
Fred,
I don't understand how you could do this to me.
Death was supposed to be our last great adventure together.
But you went first and left me out.
-George.
Fred,
Some days I wish I'd get an uncurable disease, because that way I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.
I feel like part of me is missing.
-George.
Fred,
I spoke with Harry today.
He told me that I couldn't keep doing this to myself.
I kept thinking, "why not?"
It's my choice to be miserable, right?
-George.
Fred,
I can't manage to hold a normal train of thought anymore, because you aren't here to finish it.
There's no one around to finish my sentences anymore either.
-George.
Fred,
My grief has been controlling me lately,
I have no idea how to fix it.
I could really use you now brother.
I never got to say bye.
-George.
Fred,
Do you know how much of a relief it is to fall asleep?
I used to dream of you.
Firewhiskey helps me pass-out.
I want to get better.
-George.
Fred,
It was Christmas yesterday.
I don't understand how anyone could dance or sing.
You weren't at home.
You should have been.
It's been five Christmas's without you now.
-George.
Fred,
There's a fine line between living and existing.
I think I've forgotten where it is.
I don't think I can continue doing this much longer.
I miss you.
-George.
Fred,
Some days, I almost convince myself to just go the distance and join you.
But I'm too much of a coward for even that.
How pathetic is that?
-George.
Fred,
I ran into Angelina today, small world isn't it?
She's beautiful.
She misses you too.
I want to take her out for coffee.
You wouldn't mind, would you?
-George.
A/N: So what did you think? A little bit of a happy ending?