And with every burst of memory, George realized just how short the span of nineteen years had really been. The sudden know of that knowledge to his head burned like fiendfyre. His heart hammered sickly against the cage of his ribs, and he wanted to claw back every single bone and offer the palpatating thing to someone, something, in return for Fred. Because he surely didn’t want half-a-heart. It wasn’t right; it didn’t work properly without its twin.
Just like him.
(please do not remove above sdgfhgjh)
One of the reasons I know I’ll prolly bawl in the cinema while watching the movie. Unless my sister pinches me hard for me to stop. But I highly doubt she’ll do that since she’ll be too distracted. FREDDDDD. :(
