#paaaaaaaaain

@junebeckett​

Not being able to hear his own thoughts from the sound of his racing heart, Ethan had almost dissociated completely. He was nodding to the cops that were apologizing, the medical staff too. Suddenly he was back in the hospital with Ava and then with tiny Nora. The thing with their family is that love flowed through each and every one of them. When one of them hurt, they all hurt. He could see the look on June’s face and feel the heartbreak she was trying to console. Without thinking twice, he stepped forward and agreed to identify the body. It was his responsibility and there was not a hope in Hell’s chance he’d let June witness something like that. He couldn’t bear seeing Jason butchered like his body meant nothing, but Ethan still whispered low words of sorry’s. He walked back out to June, already with tears in his eyes. “Yeah.” Ethan whispered, opening up his arms ready to help his sister through her hurt too. 

         what are you supposed to say ?  it seems like the grief they all share will never disappear.  things are different and the laughter has seemingly died from all of their eyes.  vivid flashes happen throughout the day of her sons lifeless body being carried into the great hall.  she can still feel her heart stop and the tears well, can feel her stomach churning uncomfortably as if she might throw up.  nightmares of him being killed before her eyes and being unable to save him.  because isn’t that what a mother was meant to do ?  protect her young and make sure no harm comes to them ?  and she hadn’t been able to do that.  she failed her boy and there was no taking it back.

        a shaking breath passes her lips, and she offers a tight lipped smile to the remaining twin.  but it fades so quickly for she has no reason to smile.  ❛ i know my boy, i know.  i half expect him to round the corner and pull some ridiculous prank on me… ❜

          It was difficult. More than difficult. They were all grieving over Fred, each of the kids had lost a sibling and George wasn’t a parent, so he couldn’t imagine what his mother was feeling. And for him? Out of the lot of them, of course, his bond with his twin had been the strongest. They came as a pair, they always had, they were one. They had grown up causing mischief together, they had laughed and fought together, and he’d always imagined that they would do all of those things and more together as they grew older. That had been snatched away from them, and selfishly, George didn’t know if he felt sadder about the fact that his partner in crime wouldn’t have those experiences anymore, or that he now had to go through it all alone.