HEY there!! well this is my first English story. I'm from Mexico and I really hope you like this, is a very, very short one-shot and I'm looking forward your opinion so... this is a way to let my own sorrow go out yes I loved fred and yes i love george lol well here it is!
Something hit him with strength beyond physical one. It hurt like hell and he was sure he was going to miss his brother, he was missing him already.
It was hard to explain he knew he was supposed to move on and yet he couldn't. Somehow it was like seeing himself being buried with the highest honors and unimaginable grief. But at the same time it WAS another person who was in the coffin and he had never realized until that moment that Fred was, in fact, another person. How could he forget that? Maybe it was because they were scarcely seen apart.
The coffin disappeared down the ground.
-This is it – said under his breath.
-Are you ok? - asked Ron
-Yes I am- George lied.
A couple of weeks after he saw himself collecting Fred's stuff, he was actually going to accept he was gone.
-Do you need a hand? - asked Bill as he came in Fred's room in the little apartment they had in their store's second floor.
-No, it is fine I'm almost done- answered George.
-I know how you feel- said Bill right out of the blue.
-No, you don't he was not your twin-
-No, I reckon, but he was my brother as well, and you are too-
George remained silent.
-It was you who were with him the entire time- Bill went on- and you should know that he wanted you to move on, to plan another prank-
-He is gone- murmured George- and he can't tell me anything anymore-
Bill moved closer as the remaining twin broke down.
-You don't understand- said George
-Yes I do, you lost someone dear to you, for us all and I DO understand that he was close to you the most. He wasn't my twin, I already told you that, but I can feel the loss as well George- Bill sighed
-You understand that part Bill, but you don't see what I see in the mirror: Fred looking back at me, that you can't feel-
-Well, Fred had two ears, you know?-
George couldn't help but to laugh and stop so suddenly that Bill feared he had gone ill.
-It's ok to laugh- Bill told him
-But he is not…-
-Yes I know George, but you know he might be probably laughing and playing around up there, you should do the same, you should go back to be our George-
George seemed to be taking in what Bill said and after a couple of minutes he sighed.
-It is going to be hard, he was the one to make me laugh the most and maybe my pranks won't be the same, he was the leader in that area-
-I'm sure you'll manage-
George nodded, he was still grieving, but it was different; maybe Bill should have talked to him earlier.
-Are you ok? - asked Bill.
George looked at the photograph he was holding, there he was laughing and waving to the camera next to him was Fred doing exactly the same.
-Yes, we are- answered George and put the photograph on his right pocket.