Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-02-21 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 02, character: fred alex weasley, character: fred weasley |
RP: Alex, Fred
Who: Alex, Fred the first
Where: Ron and Hermione's place
When: 21 February, very very late
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Alex can't sleep
The house was dark. Silent. Alex lay in the strange bed, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to empty his mind. Trying, being the operative word. Unfortunately, it wasn't happening. Not at all. He tried relaxing individual muscles. First his toes, then his legs, then his fingers and hands. By the time he got to his breathing, his body was a tight watchspring of tension again.
His mother. Was dead.
He tried and tried, lying silently for a while longer, then sighed and sat up. He pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, padding on sock-feet through the hall, down the stairs. He found milk in the refrigerator and poured a glass. There were cookies on the counter, and he picked one up, carrying both to the table. He didn't bother to turn on the light, but sat in the dark with his glass.
The cookie blurred in his hand and he set it on the table, then leaned his forehead into both hands.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. His stomach churned at the memory of the words he'd said to her last. She'd just been trying to remind him of how she'd miss him, of how she loved him, and he was trying to finish an essay. Looking for facts that he couldn't find. "God, can't you leave me alone?"
And she had. He hadn't meant it, and had felt horrible immediately, but there was an essay to finish, and he'd turned back to it, instead of going to her and apologising...
And now it was too late.
"I'm so sorry, Mum..."