About losing someone

Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.


I was crying so hard when my sister joins me in our tiny living room.

“What happened? Why are you crying so hard that your nose is red as a tomato?” She asks me gently, trying to amuse me as well.

“Nothing, I am okay.” I stop crying and wipe the tears from my face.

“You look everything but okay. C’mon, you know you can trust me with anything. I won’t judge you, I promise.”

“I was crying because Fred passed away…” I say, trying to keep calm but failed : I start to sob again.

“Oh.. I am so sorry. Fred from your history class? The one that used to drive you home from school? What happened to him?” She looks shocked by my answer. I keep sobbing and give her no answer – we sit there in silence for a minute or so, until she finally breaks it and says “Sorry Dear, I guess I ask too many questions. I’ll leave you alone if you want to, just don’t be sad too long – Fred wouldn’t approve if you drowned in sadness. I’m sure he wants you to smile honoring his memories.” She is about to leave me alone when I finally answer her.

“No.. It’s not that Fred. It is Fred Weasley… He killed in an explosion in Hogwarts.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

To be continued…

 

p.s. The credit of this post’ featured image goes to this amazing artist!

It is an edited version.