This is a tribute to Fred Weasley, told in George's POV. It was an ordinary day, a perfectly perfect day. but yet it wasn't today was the day of my brother's funeral. please R&R

I was walking alone in the pouring rain trying to appreciate Voldemort's downfall. But then, I saw him. Alone standing by Fred's tomb, tears in his blue eyes that I have so long loved. "Ron? What are you doing?" R&R it sounds better that the summary. XOXO