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own the song "My Last Breath".
Summary: Fred's goodbye to Angelina. (Song fic)
Hold on to me my love
You know I can't stay long All I wanted to say was I love you & I'm not afraid Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your arms?
When Fred entered the room he knew she wouldn't see him. Her eyes were red, the tears still streamed down her face "Why, Fred?" she cried, her voice was hoarse - she had been crying hard. "Don't worry I'm hear now" he whispered although he knew she'd never hear him. Angelina looked around the room as though she would see him if only she looked hard enough, but she knew she would not. It broke her heart to think she would never see him walk into the room, or hear his voice call to her again. Why did he have to go? Why couldn't it be someone other than Fred? What did Fred ever do to hurt anyone? She asked herself these questions over in her head, but she had no answers & it drove her insane.
Fred crossed the room & took Angelina in his arms whispering that it would be ok, although he could not see how it would be - they were no longer together, how could either of them possibly carry on, they needed each other to live, they were soul mates. Now they had no choice but to carry on alone, something neither of them had ever considered possible.
Angelina stared straight through Fred to look at a picture of him smiling & waving at her as though nothing was wrong. She looked at the next frame, once again she saw Fred, this time he was with George & the two of them were too busy play fighting to notice her, but that was ok Fred & George should be together always. Friends & family surrounding Fred & her on their wedding day waved from the next the next picture. Slowly Angelina scanned all the photos that stood on the mantle most of them contained Fred with one of his brothers or his sister, or one of their friends, but the one she lingered on for the longest had been taken only weeks ago it was of Fred sitting in a large armchair holding a newborn child wrapped in a pink blanket, she would have stared at it forever if there hadn't been a scream in the next room.
As Angelina rose from the sofa Fred released her from his grasp, he then followed her as she crossed the room & went through a door. Inside this room was one of the reasons Angelina didn't follow Fred, the reason she stayed. The screaming continued until Angelina lent down & picked the small girl up. The child's name was Amelia & she was their third child & was only four weeks old, Fred had been such a good father but he had barely got to know his daughter. Angelina cradled her daughter in her arms still crying for Fred, how could she raise her daughter without her him? How could Amelia grow up not knowing her father? More questions she could not answer. Once again Fred wrapped his arms around Angelina, whispering comforting words both of which were completely unnoticed by Angelina.
Once Millie was quiet Angelina placed her back in her crib then turned to leave, but Millie began to scream again. Finally Angelina took Millie with her & went to bed, carefully she settled the child before she got into bed herself. Fred lay invisible next to his wife & child, watching them as the slept wishing he could stay forever & knowing he could not.
Summary: Fred's goodbye to Angelina. (Song fic)
Hold on to me my love
You know I can't stay long All I wanted to say was I love you & I'm not afraid Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your arms?
When Fred entered the room he knew she wouldn't see him. Her eyes were red, the tears still streamed down her face "Why, Fred?" she cried, her voice was hoarse - she had been crying hard. "Don't worry I'm hear now" he whispered although he knew she'd never hear him. Angelina looked around the room as though she would see him if only she looked hard enough, but she knew she would not. It broke her heart to think she would never see him walk into the room, or hear his voice call to her again. Why did he have to go? Why couldn't it be someone other than Fred? What did Fred ever do to hurt anyone? She asked herself these questions over in her head, but she had no answers & it drove her insane.
Fred crossed the room & took Angelina in his arms whispering that it would be ok, although he could not see how it would be - they were no longer together, how could either of them possibly carry on, they needed each other to live, they were soul mates. Now they had no choice but to carry on alone, something neither of them had ever considered possible.
Angelina stared straight through Fred to look at a picture of him smiling & waving at her as though nothing was wrong. She looked at the next frame, once again she saw Fred, this time he was with George & the two of them were too busy play fighting to notice her, but that was ok Fred & George should be together always. Friends & family surrounding Fred & her on their wedding day waved from the next the next picture. Slowly Angelina scanned all the photos that stood on the mantle most of them contained Fred with one of his brothers or his sister, or one of their friends, but the one she lingered on for the longest had been taken only weeks ago it was of Fred sitting in a large armchair holding a newborn child wrapped in a pink blanket, she would have stared at it forever if there hadn't been a scream in the next room.
As Angelina rose from the sofa Fred released her from his grasp, he then followed her as she crossed the room & went through a door. Inside this room was one of the reasons Angelina didn't follow Fred, the reason she stayed. The screaming continued until Angelina lent down & picked the small girl up. The child's name was Amelia & she was their third child & was only four weeks old, Fred had been such a good father but he had barely got to know his daughter. Angelina cradled her daughter in her arms still crying for Fred, how could she raise her daughter without her him? How could Amelia grow up not knowing her father? More questions she could not answer. Once again Fred wrapped his arms around Angelina, whispering comforting words both of which were completely unnoticed by Angelina.
Once Millie was quiet Angelina placed her back in her crib then turned to leave, but Millie began to scream again. Finally Angelina took Millie with her & went to bed, carefully she settled the child before she got into bed herself. Fred lay invisible next to his wife & child, watching them as the slept wishing he could stay forever & knowing he could not.