sapphire || fred weasley

twenty-four

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

More than a week had passed since Beatrice had seen her brother and in all honesty, she was a nerve wreck.

He was alive and seemed well, according to Amelia who had in fact seen him but he refused to talk to his older sister.

Beatrice had been staying at Fred's flat per his request, after Amelia had pleaded her sister to let her have space so that she could deal with their grandfather's death by herself.

Even though Bea didn't show it much, seeing that her siblings were pushing her away was killing her from the inside out.

She hated it.

She hated the fact that they were old enough now and didn't need her as much as they did a few years back.

She hated the fact that Theo was buying whatever bullshit Genevieve had made up and had thrown her away like rubbish.

Beatrice really couldn't be angry at him.

She did try.

She tried to hate him for betraying her in the worst way imaginable for her.

She simply couldn't.

She just wanted for him to be safe.

For him to be happy and if that happiness came from her not being in his life anymore, that is something that she would had to learn to live with.

The only person in her life who had showed her consistency, was none other than Fred.

And despite having him, she still felt lonely. Empty.

Grief was such a powerful thing.

There were so many emotions encapsulated in a single word that it was overwhelming.

Grief was so overwhelming that it was painful.

No one knew it better than Beatrice Nott.

She felt how the claws of grief were closing around her throat. Preventing the air to reach her lungs. Constricting her airways like a vicious python wrapping deliberately around her body and neck.

She felt exhausted.

Fred was getting more and more worried everyday and he truly didn't know what to do make Beatrice feel better.

She didn't have the strenght to get out of bed if it wasn't to use the bathroom.

She had no appetite.

She didn't talk at all.

Her brain felt so tired that she must have been certain that it had shut down.

Beatrice rarely cried and Fred knew it. But those eternal days, he would have wanted her to cry and sob on his chest, letting all of her feelings out rather than bottling everything up and pushing him away.

He went into his room one rainy afternoon, his heart shattering at the sight of Bea staring blankly at the window. She had dark bags under her eyes and her face looked pale and lifeless. The plates of food and treats he had brought up for her to eat throughout the whole day were still untouched which made his worry increase even more.

She hadn't had a proper meal since before the funeral.

"I know that life is really shitty right now love," Fred sat next to her on the bed and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But I can't let you self destruct any longer."

"I'm just so tired Freddie," Bea sighed and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"That's called depression darling," Fred stroked her cheek with his thumb. "And I'm gonna help you out of it, okay?"