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A few days later

Angelina woke up much more tired than she had been when she went to sleep. Perhaps it was because she still couldn't get a full night sleep yet. Not even half a night. Exhaling she looked around the dark room, how was anything supposed to be better when she had nights like that one?

Between sitting up and staring at the blank wall thinking of the Fr—Fred and then having the nightmares surrounding him. Why was this so hard? Couldn't she try to think about it like they had had a fight and she didn't want to speak to him? That could work. Yes, Fr—they had a fight. And he was being ridiculous. She wasn't going to—she wasn't—Angelina felt herself falling back down to the pit.

No.

She couldn't.

There was no way that she would be able to pretend that she was angry at him, not for something he didn't do. It wasn't his fault that he died for a great cause. It wasn't his fault that the stupid deatheater had to attack at that moment. A stupid deatheater who was probably a whole lot older than Fre—he had been. Was it going to help at all if Angelina only thought about Fred?

Alicia and Katie had spent hours talking with her; they both figured that if Angelina stepped away from all things that were Fr—Fred then perhaps it would help. She didn't really know how much she felt that was right, but what else was she going to do?

George.

Her heart yearned to be near him. She began to stand up and then stopped herself, what if she was only going after George because he looked like Fred? Perhaps she did need to stay back, not only for her sake but for George's as well.

Nodding she knew that, for now, she needed to put a little distance between George and herself. It wasn't going to be easy, but it could be done.

Slowly she pulled herself together, she was going to have to tell George, and it would hurt, but…Angelina apparated to his place. She stared at the door for a while. Even with trying to will herself forward it didn't work, she was still in that same place.

Shaking her head she realized what a coward she was being and knocked. As soon as she had knocked she regretted her decision; before she could leave George opened the door, "Angelina. Come in."

Slowly and quietly Angelina entered, "Hey."

"So, how have you been?"

"Alright. I…"

"Come on." George took her hand and the two sat down on the couch, "What's going on?"

"I just…" She trailed off again and just listened to their breathes going in and out calmly. "I told Alicia and Katie."

"Told them what?"

"That Fred and I were married."

"Oh."

Angelina looked down at their hands intertwined. It did feel nice, very nice, but, she needed to follow through with what she had already thought about. "And…I think…well…"

George turned and looked at her, "Come on Ang, I think we both know what you're going to say."

"What? What do you think I'm going to say?"

"That we should be away from each other for a bit."

"You think so too."

George sighed and she watched as his shoulders loosened a bit, "Yes and no."

Puzzled Angelina tilted her head a bit, "Yes and no? What do you mean?"

"Well, I think we should be away from each other because it'll be good for us. I mean…we can't be so dependent on another person. If that person dies, then…" Angelina squeezed his hand, "then it'll be even harder if that other person dies."

"That makes sense. And…I do agree."

"What was your reasoning?"

"Because I need to make sure that I have the proper space and grieving time."

George started to move back, "What? And you think that I am done grieving, that I'm fine with Fr—" George's voice began to tremble and then he stopped talking.

"No George, I'm not saying that at all. For me, you're here. Even though I know you're George, I'm just afraid I'm using you as a substitute of dealing with my feelings."

"Ange…"

Angelina grasped George's hand tighter, "Listen. I know you're George and I'm not trying to say that I don't have…feelings for you, but it's different you know? I want to make sure that I've properly dealt with losing Fre—but I can't if I don't deal with it you know?"

Nodding slowly the red haired man slowly relaxed, "That makes sense. I see what you mean."

"Thanks."

George sighed, "Alright, that does indeed make sense."

A smile played on her lips, "You just said that."

"I know."

"So, what was your reason for not wanting to?"

"That would be that because…" George paused and looked away, "Maybe we should just forget about it."

"No."

"It's fine Ange, don't need to be persistent about it."

"I want to know what's going on in your mind."

"I just want…well I love having you near. You help me in such a good way. I enjoy your presence."

Angelina softly smiled, "Me too George. I really want to be able to stay here with you, but…I don't know if I could stand not seeing you."

"Me too." The two were quiet for a few minutes before George spoke again, "So where does that leave us?"

"Hmmm, that is a hard one." Angelina pursed her lips for a few minutes before speaking up again, "Well we both don't want to stop seeing each other, but we want some space, right?"

"Yes. That sounds about right."

"How about, we still can see each other just not as much as we've been doing. At least for a little bit."

George nodded, "That sounds about right."

"Good. So, then we're good?"

"Well…as good as we can be all things considering."

Angelina nodded, "Yes, all things considered."

George squeezed Angelina's hand, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Yes, I would love too."

"Alright. Come on."

He pulled her up and the two went to the kitchen, each comforted with the fact that the other would be there for them regardless.