George's GoodbyeThe night stretched out endlessly, dark and bleak and empty. Georges eyes were heavy with the tears that refused to fall, his features gaunt and emaciated.George's Goodbye8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had never felt as alone as he did now. As he took in each shuddering breath, he wished that it could be his last; that he could leave behind this brutal world and be with Fred once more. It seemed so wrong that he should be left behind on this barren earth without the brother with whom he had shared a life.
He tried fruitlessly to conjure some happy memory to his mind, but they all seemed to have vanished in the blackness of the night. What was the point anyway? What were memories, when the real Fred was no longer more than a lifeless corpse?
He willed sleep to come. He yearned for a deep, dreamless sleep in which he could escape his torment, if only for a short while, but what little sleep he had managed to gain had been haunted by the image of Freds body lying unmoving on the cool stone ground, his skin cold, his ey