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June 1st 2015. 1:45am.
Edinburgh
George sat in the courtyard, trying desperately to make his shaking hands bring the lit cigarette to his quivering lips.
"Please George. Don't tell anyone. Please. You'll always be my brother. I'll always love you... George just don't tell anyone."
His best friend's last words echoed through his mind, bouncing around with such velocity that it physically hurt.
He dropped the smoke as a black Mercedes screeched to a halt and two men fell from the doors without even turning the engine off.
Adam Hann and Ross MacDonald stumbled their way towards George, pausing only long enough for him to squeak, in the smallest voice he'd ever produced. "Matty's gone."
The three men fell into each other, a mound of sobs knelt outside the emergency department as doctors worked uselessly on a lifeless body.
It was a common, though completely heartbreaking scene for the nurses who watched with tears in their eyes, but for the men, this was the most horrible, gut wrenching, blood curdling night of their lives.
"Make sure Izzy takes my place, George. It's gotta be Izzy. Just please, don't let her know I did this to myself. I want her to think I was strong."