George Weasley // Stuck with me

9. We need to talk

It had been about a week since school had started back up.  Neither George nor McKenna seemed keen on bringing up the night George missed dinner.  Some things stayed the same, they went to class, McKenna answered all the questions and George stayed quiet.  They went to lunch, everybody talked and George stayed quiet.  They sat in their dorm at night,  McKenna had nightmares, George woke her up and then he stayed quiet.  But somethings were different.  They sat in class and George would purposefully touch their knees.  They went to lunch and George was actually eating more.  They sat curled up on the couch in the dorm and McKenna would place her feet on George while they relaxed.  Everything seemed to be getting better, however George still wouldn't talk.  Over the course of their time there McKenna had heard him speak maybe five times.  Only once unprompted or forced.  This definitely left a chasm in their relationship.  McKenna had slowly begun to feel worse about herself.  What if he isn't speaking because of me?  What if he doesn't like me and is just going along with it because the ministry told him to? Am I doing something wrong?  This was of course all irrational but McKenna's mind was in a spiral.  Reason was out the window and anxiety and insecurity ruled her mind.  That is until she got the courage to figure this out.  

"George, we need to talk."

The couple was curled up on the couch, George sitting at one end leaning his head back while one arm rested on the back of the couch and the other on McKenna's feet.  McKenna was sitting sideways, her back resting on the arm of the couch and her feet resting on George's legs.  She had nervously hugged one of the pillows to her chest as she gained the courage to ask him.

George opened his eyes and looked her his brows furrowed into a concerned expression urging McKenna to continue.

"I don't quite know why this is happening and I know were making progress with the relationship we were given but why don't you say anything? Am I- am I doing something wrong?"

By the end of the sentence McKenna had withdrew her legs from George and tucked them underneath herself.  Staring at the pillow she squeezed in her hands she waited.  Waited for answer she knew wasn't going to come.  She wasn't ready for George to get up off of the couch.

I knew it.  It is my fault.  He just didn't want to say it.  McKenna started to get up herself, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over.  Before she could make her fast break to the bathroom however George came back.  In his hands was a piece of parchment and a pen.  Something McKenna had brought from back home to make her homework easier.  He stood in front of her and used his hand to bring her eyes to meet his with a tilt of her head.  He motioned for her to sit back down and waited while she hesitated.  She reluctantly sat back down and he followed suit.  Leaning forward and placing the parchment on the coffee table in front of them he began to write.  McKenna's knee started bouncing with nervousness again.  What is he writing?  

George took his time, stopping to think before continuing.  When he was done he clicked the pen and set it down gently.  With shaky hands McKenna received the piece of parchment from him and began to read the messy scrawl on the page.

McKenna,

None of this is your fault.  I'm choosing not to speak for a completely different reason that almost feels stupid but I can't let it go.  I know you understand with Harry being your twin and all it's hard to be separate from him at times.  Fred has and always will be the other half of myself.  I know that when you get married that person is supposed to be your other half to make you whole but I don't even feel  like half  of myself without Fred.  He would finish my thoughts and I would finish his.  I guess what I'm trying to say is that we would finish each others sentences.  The first time I felt like saying a joke after the battle the sound caught in my throat because Fred isn't here to finish it.  He isn't here to know my joke, he isn't here to finish my thoughts, he isn't here to be Fred and George.  I have never been just George.  Even though I hope he will wake up I have my doubts.  What if I end up being 'just George' for the rest of my life?  How do I be 'just George' when I've never been alone like this in my life?  None of this is your fault.  It's me being stubborn and choosing that if Fred isn't here to finish my jokes and my sentences then I won't say them at all.  You've started to make me feel better even though it isn't who I was before.  I'm sorry to make you worry and stuff but will you be patient with me?  You already make me feel less alone.  

McKenna slowly looked up from the page.  George was staring at her waiting for her to finish.  The tears in her eyes that had threatened to fall from despair now fell for new sadness as well as relief.  It isn't my fault.  Without saying a word McKenna leapt forward and hugged him.  George surprised at first was stiff but slowly fell into the hug himself, pulling McKenna as close as he could.  With a small raspy whisper George uttered

"Thank you."

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A/N- hello! this kinda feels a little rushed? maybe? or a little short? idk but either way it also feels right so i hope you enjoyed! as always any grammar or spelling mistakes you see let me know! - author