Part fifteen (George perspective)

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Tears falling down my face, I picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink and started to write.

Fred,

Why'd you have to get yourself killed? I need you so much. How am I supposed to carry on the joke shop when every time I see the shelves, I picture you beside me and realise you aren't there? I start to break down and realise how much I'm struggling right now. I miss you Freddie. Y/n needs you. I need you. Mum needs you. Dad needs you. We all do. I now struggle to crack a joke because you aren't there to finish it, and I go silent. I have broken every mirror in the entire Burrow because I only see you when I look in it, minus an ear obviously. I wish so much I was right beside you when you were being attacked, so there might've been a slightly higher chance of you living. The only time you weren't with me, I lost my ear and the one time I wasn't there with you, you died. Remember that epic prank we pulled on Umbridge? Or that time we scared mum at the Order? Or when you admitted how you feel to Y/n? She really needs you, Fred. Badly. Please come back, Freddie. I miss you. I love you so much and I need you right here beside me again. Please.

Georgie
xxx

There were tear splashes across the page from where I cried writing something memorable. I folded the parchment up and carried it to my room, where I placed it on his bed. I noticed Y/n's letter was already there. But one of his other jumpers that were there was missing. Obviously it was Y/n. I needed to go find her.

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