One small thing leads to another. One ripple in a pond leads to a larger ripple at the water's edge. One choice leads to a road taken. One boy chosen leads to another lost. One job application rejected leads to a nose-less, hateful existence.
Essen...
With a sigh, George Weasley pushed himself out of bed, trying - and failing - to not stare at the forever empty bed beside his.
Fred, his thoughts as depressed and alone as they have been for weeks since that day. Why did you leave me?
He stumbled over to his dresser, his thoughts as tangled as his feet. As he opened the top drawer, a wave of heartache threatened to swallow him whole. Inside were small reminders, tokens, of our years as the Weasley twins.
A container of slime - The year we pulled our first prank on Mum.
A dried twig - The year we fell out of the tree a broke our arm.
A Hogwarts toilet seat - The year we won the House Cup.
A miniature blue muggle car - The year we almost lost our sister.
A faded slip of parchment - The year we passed on James' legacy.
Our dress robes - The year we knew He was back.
A box of our beginners firecrackers - The year we became legends.
The key to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes - The year we brought light to the darkness.
George turned back to the vacant bed beside his; the reminder he didn't need - The year 'we' became 'I'.
Agony bent him in half as he was racked with the pain of losing his brother, his twin, his other half.
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