I needed to write something…this doesn't really have a what-if title, but it's a Fred-and-George-what-if-he-had-done-something-differently. I hope you enjoy!
To Guest reviewer: I asked Amber to give me a con-crit review like that, so you don't need to hurt anyone. I accepted her suggestions, but I left my chapter mostly unchanged because I wanted it to sound like my voice, not hers. Thanks for the double-review, anyway!
He could have died instead. But it was his beautiful Fred; Fred, who was left lying on the cracked cobblestone floor like a broken doll, arms splayed and staring without seeing. He could have leapt in the way; he could have pushed his twin out of harm; he could have avoided this desolate situation. Though that was not how the war played out: the world worked in strange ways, and he seemed to be at the center of a circle of unfairly tragic events.
He and Fred were a package deal: if you chose one, another came along. Now, he felt like half of what was before—one half of a deal, one half of a relationship, one half of a pair of twins.
If Fred was the sun, he was the moon; he only shined because it was Fred shining through him. And now his life was an eternal new moon without the identical face providing the light—the happiness—of his existence.
Pairs were meant to be together. It seemed that it was no longer the case for one red-haired man, who lost part of himself at the expiration of his brother.
I thought I was on hiatus…guess not.