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Ron,

Is breathing difficult? Does it hurt when with every breath you realize that you're gulping air and your dearest brother is 6 feet under, his lungs devoid of the very air that you're breathing and his pulses without a beat that stubbornly refuse to leave yours? Tell me honestly, how long has it been since you've gulped down anything but your tears? It has been weeks, stretched to months and yet you're guilty of the fact that it is you that got cursed with life when death took away your sibling? And why is it that you blame yourself? What good could it possibly do? Fred is so lucky you know, he knows that he is loved, and yes, I refuse to use a past tense for him. He is there, with you, in your heart, for the ones who truly love us never really leave us. He is lucky to have friends who would rather face death than face a world sans him in it. I know that you're grieving and that you're angry beyond measure, but please listen to me when I ask you to let go of your anger, for it won't do any good to you. The grief will refuse to go, it'll cling to you like a new born baby to its mother, but time heals. The grief will raise its head every time you find something remotely funny. Tell me honestly, how guilty do you feel when you smile or even think of something happy? Fred is all consuming and he will be for some time, but the time has come to let him go from your thoughts. I am not asking you to forget his sacrifices, no, but I'm asking you to put him in a little box and push the box in a remote corner of your memory, so that the vast expanse of it can be made available to those who need you now. Hermione needs you, so does Harry and Ginny. More than most, George needs you. I would not even dare take Molly's name. She is a warrior and is very brave, but her bravado, at the current state of things, is perhaps a facade that she puts on for you all. She needs to grieve and she needs you to be strong.

Ron, PTSD is real. It is okay if you wake up screaming perhaps Fred's name or Hermione's names. You're not weak, for God's sake. You're stronger than you know, and braver than most. You're a Gryffindor. Your courage sets you apart. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the judgement that something else is more important than fear. That something else, my dear is a smile on your face and a kind word to those who need it. Prim never left me, I still have nightmares about her. She dies in my arms every night in my dreams. I'm scared of sleeping, for my psychological demons are far more dangerous than the Capitol ever was. Peeta's strong arms are my only refuge. It is getting better though. And it shall for you as well. Sleep if you can, without a dreamless sleeping potion, for addiction only makes it worse. Your family deserves you in your full health. And Hermione is there, steadfast, stronger than a mountain behind you, Always.

And one more thing. I did not have it in me to forgive my mother. I was too young to understand depression. All I saw was her reluctance to feed me and my sister. Although, I understand it now, it is too late. You're so much braver than me, Ron. Please find it in you to forgive Percy. And I will end it here. I am not Peeta. I do not know how to inspire. I just hope that you find solace in the fact that the world is not as grim as we think it is. Albeit rare, happiness is there. We just need to make ourselves believe that we're worth it.

Love,

Katniss