Pairing - George/Angelina
Prompt - Coffee
Word Count - 316
Second Best
I see the way she looks at me sometimes, and I know she's only with me because I remind her of him. I remind everyone of him, what can I do, he was my twin. It hurt, for a while, but I'm used to it now. I don't mind it anymore, because I understand where she's coming from. Every time I look in the mirror, I see him too.
When she mentions something that she did with him, confusing us once more, I play along to save her the embarrassment. When she stutter's over his name in bed, I pretend not to hear, because I love her, and I know she loves me, even if she loved him more. I loved him, everyone loved him, that isn't something I could ever blame her for.
On the anniversary, when I see her talking, crying over a picture of him, I move away. I let her have her privacy to remember him. When she smiles at me later in the day, I can still see the sadness in her eyes, but I ignore it best I can. It wouldn't be fair to call her out on it.
In the mornings, when she puts a cup of coffee in front of me, I drink it without complaint, even though it is far to sweet for me. He drank coffee with three sugars, I only drink it with one. I can't blame her for missing him. I can't blame her for wishing it was him here with her, him that she woke up to every morning, him that she went to bed with every night.
I can't blame her, because in a perfect world, Fred would still be here, and she would be loving him instead of me.
Angelina is the love of my life, and for her, I don't mind being second best. For her, I would be anything.