DH SPOILER. Drabble. Het. Fred/Angelina

Last.

Her legs collapsed next to his lifeless body and she waited for the tears that could not come. She was too sad, too tired, too alone to cry.

"Angelina," George began. "He had this with him. In his pocket. I'm sure you know…" he stopped, his voice cracking and tears falling. He handed her a small box.

She slipped on the ring that lay inside it and rested her head on the chest that once held a lively heartbeat.

"Yes, Fred," she whispered.