I tried to stay historically correct with this story, but I did change a few details like they met Ringo a year early in my story :) I hope you enjoy!

Late December 1961

After 3 days of wandering around the streets of Liverpool the shock finally wore off and I started balling. I don't know where I am and frankly I don't care. All I can tell is that I'm sitting on the curb on the side of the road. The cold December air is causing my tears to freeze as they fall down my cheeks. I can't believe that bastard did this to me. I loved him. We were together for almost three years; I moved to another country for him, and what does he do? He dumps me on the street for some blond. Now here I am homeless, broke and with nothing but a bag of papers and small possessions. The last three days have been hell. I searched each day for a warm place to sleep for the night but instead ended up sleeping on snow covered benches. And yet the tears hadn't come. Then I had called my parents with the last few cents I had and told them what happened, and all they said to me was, "Well it's your own fault for leaving with that man. Now you have to get yourself out of it." But what am I supposed to do?! I have no money to go back to America. I'm stuck… Oh God what do I do?!

"Ello there. Are you alright?" I jump and look up to see there is a man kneeling in front of me. He is really tall, despite that he's kneeling, and has small hazel eyes that gleam in the sun. He is in a nice suit with a winter coat covering him. I try to form words, but when nothing comes out, I just shake my head as more tears fall. He gives me a sympathetic look and says, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" I shrugged. Do I tell a random stranger what happened? I breathe in deep and say, "My boyfriend dumped me and took everything I own." I put a hand over my mouth and curse myself that that sounded so shaky. He raises an eyebrow and says, "Are you from America?" I laugh slightly through my tears and nod. I try to explain but I can't get myself to calm down. He moves to sit next to me and puts an arm around me as he says, "Hey it's alright. Look my friend lives in the house that's behind us. Why don't we go inside and give ya some tea to warm ya up and then you can tell me what happened?" I look at the road not really sure if I should just impose like this. He says, almost as if he hears what I'm thinking, "He won't mind. Trust me. And I'm sure he'll love me bringing a pretty bird over." I blush and hide a smile as he says the last part. I nod and he stands, offering me his hand. I take it and grab my bag. Then we walk over to the house. He is about to open the door when he looks at me and says, "Oh I forgot to ask your name love." I give a small, teary eyed smile and reply, "My name is Lucy." He smiles and says, "I'm John."