Dear Freddie,
You would be so ashamed of me. I cried again today. I know what you would say, why cry when you can laugh? But I can't laugh, Fred. Because when I laugh, I think it's you laughing again. When I start a sentence, it goes unfinished. When I look at the mirror, I think you're there next to me. And when I speak, I think it's you too. Freddie, you're driving me insane. You're driving mum insane. You've pulled your great prank now. Just... please, climb out of the old box and let me laugh and look in a mirror and finish my sentences.
Mum still messes up. You've been gone for three months and she still calls me Fred. You would think I solved that problem when my ear got blasted, but ever since you left us, it's gotten worse. I'm positive that she's gone round the bend, but then again, so have I. I always wonder if you're sitting there in Hell missing me. And then someone thinks I'm you and I've been resurrected from the dead but no. George is still alive- for now- and very much not you.
Missing you,
George
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Dear Fred
FanfictionCOMPLETE George feels empty without Fred. So he writes him letters and leaves them on his grave. The letters always seem to be gone the next day, no matter what George does. Eventually, he finds the courage within himself to move on.
