My other half,

The only person who understood me,

The only person I understood,

Was gone.

Not just on a quick trip to the bathroom or anything. Gone gone.

He was laid in front of me like a slaughtered pig set on the counter for purchase, only he wasn't covered in blood. He looked like he was only asleep. He looked like he would jump up any moment and laugh in my face like this was just some sick joke.

I knew he wouldn't.

"Fred!" I finally managed to croak out, dropping to the floor in agony.

It was as if death had grabbed me as well, but it's icy hold hadn't graced my burning skin. Fred and I were always together, we were inseparable. But death must be laughing in my face now, after achieving the unachievable.

Hands were clasped on my shoulders and condolences were said, but all I could focus on was the cold, dead, body of my other half.

My twin.