Until The Very End.

Piece Of Parchment..

TW: Alcohol abuse.

We apparated outside of the shop, just the three of us. It was so hard to try and return back to our every day lives without Freddie, we had no idea how we were going to cope.

"I'm going to go take a shower, I'm covered in dirt and soot" I told them as I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, followed by George but not Millie.

"Mill? You coming?" George asked her and held his hand out to help her inside.

"I can't. I'm going to go for a walk" she said in the most exhausted voice. Since we got back her face had to expression, she looked completely numb.

"Oh okay" I answered quietly as she walked away and down the alley.

The shop was cold and miserable, completely silent. Every little thing made a noise as we walked through the dead shop, from the floorboards creaking, to the fusebox beeping in the broom closet, to the wind blowing drastically outside. Millions of memories with Freddie flooded into our heads. Like when we all got distracted while setting up the shop and dancing on the countertops, and when Millie and Freddie walked in on me and George having a food fight and knocking all of the products off of the shelf.

George tried to rush back up the stairs to avoid looking at anything else around us. I rushed after him and closed the apartment door behind us. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaning back without saying a word.

"Georgie?"

"I'm fine Dee" he mumbled quietly, looking down at the coffee table in front of him.

I didn't say anything in response. I walked over to him and sat down beside him. He turned his head to look at me, but he was furious. As soon as I sat down he got up and stormed over to the kitchen drawers, and grabbed a metal ladle.

"What are you doing with that, George?" I asked him, quickly turning around.

He gave me no response.

"George, talk to me"

He rushed over to the mirror that was hanging up by the coat rail and swung the ladle into it, causing shards of glass to fly across the room.

"George stop this!" I screamed and quickly got up to my feet.

"He's everywhere! I can see him everywhere" he shouted before moving to the mirror in our room, then the bathroom mirror, and finally the one in Freddie and Millie's room. He then closed every single curtain in the apartment, covered anything that showed his reflection.

He approached me in the center of the room before stopping when we were face to face. The ladle was dropped and made a loud clanging noise on the floor by our feet. His knees finally gave in and he fell to floor, me going down with him. He sobbed and screamed into my shoulder, and all I could do was hold him and comfort him.

He cried for hours until he officially ran out of tears. He sat himself down on the sofa while I went and showered. I heard the tv turn on so he was occupying himself. After I showered and got dressed George went in after me. I took that oppourtunity to clean up the apartment. I grabbed the broom from the cupboard and began sweeping through the living room, and then the rest of the rooms. While I was sweeping through Fred and Millie's room, I noticed some got under the bed so I swept under there too. That was until I accidentally swiped up a piece of parchment. But it wasn't just any piece of parchment.

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'Dear whoever finds this letter first,

I'm writing this letter just in case I don't make it through tonight, but I know I will so I'm basically wasting my time. Anyway's here goes.