It’s been a few weeks since Fred’s passing and today were the day of his funeral. The funeral were beautiful but difficult. You know it was even harder for George but you saw how George were trying to hold himself together throughout the funeral.

After the funereal George is missing, you can’t find him anywhere. You decide to go look for him.

The air of mourning heavily blankets the house. The once lively and vibrant atmosphere now seems pale and dull, replaced by a palpable sense of heaviness.

Suddenly, you catch the sound of soft sobs, emanating from one of the rooms.

You pause, your heart heavy as you recognize the sound of grief. You approach the source of the sobs, the door to George’s room slightly ajar. You push the door open, revealing the sight of George, He's hunched over, crying his heart out and clutching one of Fred's discarded shirts.

The sight of him so broken shatters something inside you. You hesitate, unsure of you should intrude on his raw emotions but you couldn’t leave him like this, he needed your comfort