A/N: So this is for my friend Elaine, who whined over me not writing angsty enough stuff.. Sorry darlink :P So here is another try of angsty-ness.
First Fred & George fic (No, this is not twincest.)
Gred
- Fred and George -
He still couldn't believe it.
He refused to believe it.
There wasn't anything to believe.
It wasn't true.
It was a joke.
It was a lie.
One battle had maybe been won.
But to George the hardest battle was yet to be fought.
The battle of letting go.
He lay curled up next to Fred on the ground - he wasn't sure for how long he'd been there.
He didn't care.
He wasn't leaving his brother.
His hands were wrapped around Fred's body, so firmly that even if someone tried they wouldn't be able to pull George away from him.
Not that anyone tried.
Nobody wanted to be the person to take one brother away from the other.
So George just lay there, curled up into Fred's body, cluching him tightly and ignoring his own tears.
Every now and then someone tried to talk to him, and perhaps put a hand on his shoulder, but he refused to listen, he either continued to stare at Fred or closed his eyes, blocking everyone else out.
Nothing, no one, nothing mattered other than Fred right now.
He thought back - over all the memories he could remember.
The happy faces, the pranks, the feeling when one of their plans followed through.
How they always finished each others sentences, knew what the other was thinking - they weren't just brothers, they were best friends.
How George could always come to Fred if he had girl troubles, and Fred came to George when he had trouble with shaking off women he didn't want to date anymore.
How they made up one brilliant plan after the other.
How together they could always find something bright about the dark.
But there was nothing bright about this moment. Nothing bright in this darkness.
And George wondered if he could ever find anything brigh in the dark again.
Maybe it wasn't possible without Fred.
Maybe George was nothing without Fred.
Gred and Forge.
Just thinking of the nicknames made George's eyes well up again and h burried his head into his brother's side.
"Why did you leave me?" he choked on his own words.
But Fred couldn't answer, he could never answer.
Was it even Fred anymore?
This cold, lifeless, blue, souless body that stared into the emptyness?
His eyes had been closed, but his mouth was still forming the ever lasting smile.
A smile George was sure he'd never see on his own face again.
There wasn't anything to smile about.
Even though the battle had been won.
Voldemort had been defeated.
It all felt so small in comparison with what they lost.
They lost so much more than the gained.
Bill had tried to tell him that, that wasn't true.
That with Voldemort gone the world was a better place.
But it wasn't - it wasn't a better place.
Not for George.
The world couldn't be a better place without Fred.
The world was just.. was it even a place?
It was just the world, a world without Fred, a world without his twin.
A place he wanted to escape.
Because he didn't just loose a brother, a friend, Gred ... he lost a part of himself.
When Fred left, he took a part of George with him.
Because George wasn't anything without Fred.
A/N: Elaine dear, I couldn't make it more angsty than that without making myself want to cry. I love my twins so badly. Sorry for how short it is! I'm writing and cooking at the same time.
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