Two chapters in one day! It's my little Christmas present to you. This chapter is all George, and barely anything is said, but I cried when I wrote it and I think some of you people will cry a bit when you read it, especially those who can cry a lot if they feel like it.

So, Happy Holidays!

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George went back to Tammy's house. Her father actually didn't care about him looking around the house.

The detective had told him after he left the court that Tammy was found in her closet, so that was where George looked first.

There weren't many clothes there, but the ones there were all old and, of course, black. There were sweaters, dresses and jackets on hanging on the right side, while pants and shirts were folded on the left side.

Since it was rather dark, George turned on the light. It didn't add much light, but it at least made everything visible.

He looked down. That was where Tammy died. In that spot….

George sat down there, and looked around. He closed his eyes and put his hand on the shelf to help himself back up.

There was a book there. An old book…

George grabbed the book and stared at it. It was covered in blood, but he opened it anyway….

It was Tammy's journal. He had read it before! She wrote everything in there. Maybe she wrote something about who might've killed her…

He read the page that she had written before getting on the train. Wow…

I doubt you have ever read anything that was recently written by someone who had recently died, but it's a strange feeling. It's like the person is talking to you, but they're not even there.

When you read it, you can't seem to believe that they didn't know they were going to die, and if that person was someone you liked, you get mad that you weren't there to stop them from dying. When you read it, it feels like a portal to the past, but you can't interact with anyone.

George turned the page and started reading the words written in both pink, and blood red. Tammy had written a lot of entries in blood red, but this time it was real blood… her own blood.

So, she still cared about him. That was good…

And she hadn't loved Kirk. She had only loved George Weasley. George let out a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but notice that she had probably made out with Kirk everyday but Tammy had only even kissed George once, maybe twice. In order to not be jealous, he had to constantly remind himself that she had not loved Kirk.

I'll love you no matter what.

Tammy had died, thinking about how she would love George no matter what, how her love for him would live on even when she wouldn't.

Her mother had killed her. Her own mother.

George stared at the words. Tammy had told him that she was alone before she met him. She wasn't lying. Not even her mother had loved her. Her mother had hated her.

George stared down at the words. I'll love you no matter what.

He was still in love with Tammy. He couldn't help it. He would love her no matter what, just as she would love him no matter what.

They had been separated, torn apart by a force that nobody George knew could stop. The only person that George had really loved was gone. Gone.

I'll love you no matter what.

He reread those words. He heard Tammy's voice saying it. He could still feel her voice in his head, her soft laugh.

And he could still see her beautiful smile, the way she always looked so happy that she could die of happiness any second. Die of happiness… No, she hadn't died of happiness. She had died because her own mother didn't love her.

If he hadn't wanted to marry her, she would still be alive… maybe.

If he had ran after her, she would probably be smiling right now. She would probably be in his arms, gazing into his eyes… maybe.

Whenever someone dies, there's a lot of ifs and maybes that respond to the ifs, but you know you know that you can't do anything to stop what happened. You can't go into the past. They're dead.

But you don't have to let go of them. You can hold onto the memory of them forever.

Because memories don't leave. Memories don't die. Memories live on, if you remember them.

And when someone exists in a memory, they exist in your heart. They still live inside you no matter what, and whenever you want, you can remember them. You can remember their smile and their voice.

And if you think hard enough, it's like they're back on Earth, and you're talking to them again. It's like they never left. You can ask them a question, and you know the answer, like they're watching you, and they hear you ask. And they tell you in your thoughts.

Nobody really leaves you. They can always come back to you. Even if they died.

You can't cry. Because you know they're in a better place, and they don't want you to cry.

And if you do cry, they come down to you and they comfort you. They tell you that it's all going to be okay. They smile. And you smile. And you feel that they're there, even though you don't really have scientific proof.

George closed the book and smiled. "I will always love you too no matter what."

And as he left the room, he could've sworn he felt a gust of wind pass by him and whisper in his ear 'Remember me forever.'

But wind doesn't exist indoors right? And it doesn't whisper…

George smiled more, walking downstairs, towards the exit. He knew Tammy was with him.

"I'll remember and love you forever…"