Footsteps sounded through the quiet Weasley family graveyard, the steps making a bee line for Fred Weasley's spot.
"Sorry I haven't been to see you, I've wanted to… it's been hard. I don't know if you know what's going on here, if you're fully on the other side or if you managed to somehow stick around and we just don't know it yet."
A pause as the breeze ruffled hair and clothing.
"We kissed. It was unexpected and it was kind of nice. I don't know when the feelings started but it's making me happy… I hate admitting that to you. I'm torn, Fred. Everyone else seems as though they're able to pick up the pieces of loss and move on and yet here I am still looking for you to help make the final decision on what we should do."
A sigh before looking up at the sky and around the area.
"I need a sign, I need to know you're okay with this or if you're not. Why'd you have to die? Nothing would be complicated if you and I switched places."
George stood from leaning against the headstone, and turned to face it one more time. "I really miss you, Freddie."