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Ringo composed himself and without a word to George walked inside. If you were to describe what Ringo was feeling it would be devastated.

George stood quietly outside in the cold of the night. He just waited there, trying to process what the hell was happening. He started to walk around aimlessly and stopped in front of the garden. His eyes immediately went to a bunch of beautiful forget-me-nots growing.
His mind went to the night of their engagement and he felt a wave a sadness overcome him. How was going to leave all of his memories behind?

George pulled a couple of them from the ground and started to walk back inside the house. When George turned the doorknob and opened the door, it was strangely silent. Not a sound from Ringo, John, Paul, or the kids.

George found it odd who the loudest noise was the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the house. Where is everybody?
George saw that the only light in the house was coming from the kitchen.

What he saw inside the kitchen made his heart stop.
Paul and John were sitting down at the table with their backs turned to him. Paul was hunched over and his chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. He also heard sniffles that would occasionally turn into silent crying. Paul had his hand gripped tight into fists with one hand holding a tissue. John was rubbing comforting and reassuring circles on his back. But when John turned his head slightly he could see tears slowly escaping his eyes.

That was the first time George had seen either of them cry.

Paul realized that someone was standing behind them and turned his head around. George standing there holding the forget-me-nots made a few more tears run from his eyes.
"Tell me it isn't true."

Paul's eyes were red, bloodshot, and looking straight at him. His eyes were screaming with despair, hoping George would say no and that it wasn't true. John just had a blank expression on his face with tear stains on his cheeks.

George put his head down, not being able to look at them any longer. " No God this isn't happening." Paul stood up and ran his hand through his hair.

George rubbed his arms. "There nothing I can do about it."
Paul looked at George with the most pained expression he had seen from the man. "You can't go. I-I mean-"
He tried to find words to say but found nothing.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through this." George whispered.
Paul let a few stray tears flow down his face. "I'll miss you too much."

George had tears forming in his eyes too. "I know." His voice cracked.
Paul let out a small sob. "What will I do without you? Who will call me every night just to see if I'm okay? Who will I have stupid and embarrassing conversations with? Who will be my baby brother?"

George let a cold, wet tear fall. "I guess you will have to find someone else."
Paul sighed exasperated. "Don't you get it? No one could replace you. No one could be our George."

"Well your going to have to move on if I die." George snapped. Why was he all of a sudden getting angry at one of his bestfriends?

"No! Don't say that word George!" Paul said angrily.
"Die? You're going to have to fucking accept that I could lose my life!" George started to raise his voice.

"I have accepted that." Paul said turning his hands into fists.
George sighed sarcastically. "Sure."

"Did you see that I was fucking crying earlier?!" Paul yelled. "Don't you think I've come to terms with it?!"

"Then why are still in denial?!" George shouted. Paul clenched his fists. "How do you fucking think this is making me feel? My best friend who I've fucking grown up with is leaving for war. And I don't fucking know if I will see him again. You don't think I have the right to feel like shit?!"

George clenched his hands into fists too. "You think you are feeling like shit right now? I've had that feeling for days now! I've had to keep this secret from my family and friends. And when I finally tell people this fucking happens! And I didn't even get to the fact that I could fucking die! Yeah I could-"

George was interupted from his argument by a sharp cry. George and Paul turned their heads to see John covering his mouth with his hand. Tears were racing down his already bright red cheeks. Tears flowed from his eyes, down his cheeks, over his hand, and would fall to the floor. John removed his hand and tried to speak but he stuttered and his voice cracked. "P-please stop fighting." He begged.
"We l-love eachother too much to f-fight."

George sighed angrily and walked out the kitchen. "George!" John yelled but it sounded pained and strangled. When George was long gone John still whispered "Don't leave Georgie. Not when we need you most."

"The trouble is, you think you have time."
Buddha

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