Concomitant – Occurring concurrently
George's P.O.V.
When Fred died, it was like half of me died with him. The two of us are – were – practically one person. We finished each other's sentences, had the same ideas, thought almost identically.
But now, there's only me. I still pause sometimes in the middle of a sentence, turning to Fred, waiting for him to finish it. Only there's no one there. Just terrible, terrible silence.
Now, there's only me.
