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She should have left hours ago, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Staring at the fresh dirt on the ground, her head was still a jumble of what ifs, whys and if onlys. He was always the most...alive person she had ever known. With a soul as vibrant as the hair on his head, Fred Weasley was a person just full of life. And now…
Her shoulders shook with a barely suppressed sob. She should have told him more often how much she loved him. How much he meant to her. How he made her feel like she could conquer the world with him by her side, but it was too late.
The sun was beginning to set; she drew her robes around her a little more tightly to protect herself from the chill in the air. Or maybe it was just the ice that seemed to fill her chest from the moment she learned he was gone. Gone…
She barely flinched when a hand came down on her shoulder.
“Angelina,” said a voice that was so familiar, yet just off from the one that she'd have given anything to hear again.
“Come on,” George coaxed her.
Slowly she turned and tried to smile, yet she couldn't force her lips to move. She nodded once, while trying her hardest to avoid looking at him. It was too painful.
As they walked from the graveyard, she slipped her arm through George’s, and gave him a gentle squeeze. If anything, she was at least comforted by the fact that she was not suffering alone. If anything, at least they would have each other.