Harry/Fred
Harry felt like he was screaming it with his eyes, “Save me.”
Nobody heard him.
Harry was terrified of being alone, terrified of four walls surrounding him and nobody hearing his screams.
“Help me,” Harry thought he was asking.
Harry wanted to leave everything behind, move on, find some sort of peace and joy.
But all he could see was him.
“Fred,” Harry cried in his sleep, clutching his stomach and seeing him fall again.
Harry never planned to be the last one standing in their relationship and he would leave his entire life behind if he could have Fred back.
Fred’s smiling face as he fell-
Fell.
Fell.
Gone.
Harry laid on his back in the bed that was too cold without Fred and stared at the ceiling.
“I’m falling,” Harry whispered to himself. “Fred, catch me, please.”
Nothing was right since Fred left.
And Harry wouldn’t live without him, not anymore.
When Harry left his life behind, he found his Fred in an afterlife so perfect he wished he had joined him sooner.