A/N: Hey y'all! This is angsty—you've been warned.
Word Count: 308
WARNINGS: referenced character death, grief
Enjoy!
Angelina wasn't sure how she'd let George persuade her into coming to the graveyard, but here she was.
She closed her eyes, struggling against the onslaught of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. It had been a month since the final battle and a few weeks since the funeral, but her grief was still so fresh. She didn't know how to handle any of it.
A hand fell on her shoulder. Angelina didn't turn around. "How do you stand it?" she whispered, still looking at the headstone. "He was your brother… how do you keep going?"
George swallowed audibly before answering. "I just know that he'd want me to." George wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her close; Angelina had the sudden urge to cry. "I have good days and bad days," he admitted. "What's important is that we don't stop."
"He's gone." Angelina's voice was thick with tears. "Merlin, George, he's gone."
"I can't believe that," George argued, shaking his head. "If I start thinking like that, I'll never do anything ever again. He's here, sort of… He's in the shop. He's in my mind." George glanced at Angelina out of the corner of his eye. "He's in your heart."
The words were too much. She just broke down from the sheer truth of them, caught in a tidal wave of grief. George caught her when her legs gave out and held her tightly against his chest. It took her several moments to realize that he was shaking; he was crying, too.
They let it all out. They'd both been holding it in, trying to be strong, but neither could keep their head held high for forever. There had to be a limit, and they seemed to have reached it.
Angelina cried until she had no tears left. George wept with her the entire time.