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Dear Forge,
I'm back again. I've brought some stuff from the shop; I'll leave it on your grave.
It's our first Christmas without you and as I still look in the mirror, I notice you every time.
Will you laugh at me if I say this? You probably would, it is you we're talking about but... Sometimes I can hear your laugh shout across the trees as the wind passes through. It's quite scary; but oddly comforting at the same time.
Me without you. How do I explain that? It's like a car without wheels, like a computer without memory, a hot air balloon without air. All of those things.
It hurts to swallow. I can taste the guilt of how I should have been fighting there with you.
At home so many things are happening and not just to me but all of us. It is our first Christmas without you and even though we're trying to have a good time, we still notice that someone's missing. At the Burrow, you can smell so many different things! The food mum cooked looks delicious and the spices in the air are a little intoxicating but I get by. We used to joke about that, remember? On the windowsill are short little candles, they form a circle like they're all friends celebrating a wonderful event. Though the food is tasty to the others, all I can taste is bitterness mixed in. It's quite bittersweet because you should be here, celebrating, yet I can remember all the good times...
Ron pulled a cracker before and I almost jumped out of my Christmas jumper. It sound so much like the explosion you were caught in when you-
Mum says I should let go now. But what does she know? Yes, she lost a son but I've lost my brother, my twin, my other half...
Anyway, Christmas. When I feel the weight of the presents, it isn't the thrilling feeling of guessing what it is. They all seem...empty. The Pain that's warped itself around my chest is starting to loosen up. It's less of the sharp pounding Pain that has been attacking my heart for quite a while. I think that's a good thing. But that might mean I'll forget...I don't know if I should get on with my life or just be a living zombie, walking around forever. That way, I'll never forget you. But if I do move on, you'll still be in my mind.
Your partner in crime,
Gred.