Guess what! I'm sad, so you get to be to! I wrote this around five minutes ago, and it's tiny, so don't enjoy!

Warning: Um, Fred's dead

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He was lying there and George couldn't pretend that he was only asleep. The only colour on Fred's face was dried blood, his hair now lank and unruly. George was glad that somebody had shut his eyes.

He could hear people crying, shouting, muttering all around him but it seemed as if he was in between frequencies on a radio. Walking through the small crowd that surrounded him, someone placed a hand on his shoulder.

George collapsed next to the corpse. It felt as if part of him had been ripped away, even though he could still hear his heart beating too loud in his head. It was always Fred who told the best jokes, who had the best ideas for the shop.

Stumbling slightly, George got to his feet and steadily walked towards the doors. He didn't look back.

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I'm actually thinking of turning this into an actual fic, so if anyone would like to see that happen just let me know.

- Charlie