Fred,
It's been 12 hours since I found you. You were lying, just there, still as a statue. I went in your room to give you breakfast. You didn't wake up at the smell of coffee. You never woke up.
I know it was our birthday, but you hadn't been feeling that well the day before. It had been a long week; a long couple of years of fighting.
You were a little tired, and worn out.
We both were.
I'm sorry I shouted at you. My last words to you shouldn't have been 'Go away'.
Losing you is worse than any breakup. We were twins, for heaven's sake.
Please tell me it was just a bad dream.
Your vigilante,
Georgie.
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