Disclaimer: I own nothing but the sad and sorry plot
A/n: be warned, this last chapter is so angsty...or at least I thought so. SPOILER for Deathly Hallows + twist. I doff my cap to Fred Weasley.
Definition Five: without
Eighteen. Eighteen and dead. Soft intensity blinded him. His brother was dead. How was someone supposed to react to that? How did you define the line with this one?
Dead.
It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be true. The one thing George held close: leaning on the skin of Fred's shoulder, expressing in delicate phrases and kisses and touches his love for his twin. He wanted Fred so desperately to believe it. Maybe if he could have thrown away his doubts, he could have lived. "I won't let this go."
He had this feeling under his skin, and he had a scene in his head of perhaps love, love, "love what are you waiting for? Expose your secrets. You don't have to speak for me to believe it."
A feeling he could follow.
"I'm going with him."
I'm going with him.
That's what the note had said. I can't pretend I don't miss him more than everyone else. Sorry…love forever and always, George.
Alone. Again.
Alone.