Chapter 2: What Happens Upstairs
George was just about to close the shop for the day when he heard the door open. Trying to muster a smile he turned. "Oh. Hi Angie." The hint of a smile was replaced with the look of despair that seemed to have dominated his face the last few months. Angelina turned the sign to closed before heading towards George.
"How you holding up? Your mum said you'd been avoiding her." George only nodded slowly as he pretended to count the drawer. Angelina took him by the hand, appalled at how skinny he had become. "Come on let's get you upstairs and get some food in you." George didn't even attempt to protest, which let Angelina know just how bad the situation was. Upon entering the flat, she saw boxes stacked haphazardly in the hall. "What are these? New products," she asked as she opened the closest box. Tears came to her eyes as she lifted one of Fred's shirts from its depths.
"I just couldn't throw them out," George whispered through tears. Angelina hurried over to him, and pushed him towards the couch. She ended up spending the rest of the night crying silently as George sobbed in her arms.
A/N: Just so you know the plot bunnies for the remaining chapters came from Vette, who is also beta reading this for me! Thanks Vette! :D