Post-war Liverpool. Any person that lived here had seemingly no future. At least, that's what you thought when your mum first decided that it would be a grand idea to live here. There was still a ton of debris left over from the war. It had been heavily bombed. Your mum loved to travel more than anything else, so you've moved just about everywhere in the world. But now you're fourteen and I'm going into high school. Your mum figured that it would be best to stay in one location for these next few years, but she decided on Liverpool. Out of all the places in the world you could possibly move to, she chose the dreary city of Liverpool, England.

The only thing you had any hope of in this place was to actually have a friend that you can actually keep in your life. And as soon as you were done unpacking, you seemed to already have a friend. Which was strange for you because you've always struggled a lot with making friends. At some schools you were even bullied.

He was your age, fourteen years old. He explained that he lives right next door to you with his aunt. He told you that he would show you all around the city. It was a little weird at first, because it was a boy. But you honestly didn't care. A friend is a friend.

"You're offering to show me around, but I don't know your name yet," you said in a neutral tone.

The boy nodded, "John," he said, holding out his hand; signaling you to shake it.

You nodded and shook his hand. "Chloe," you said, "Chloe Harper."

He looked a bit nervous at you for a moment. Possibly about your gender. He most likely was afraid of befriending another girl. "Should we get going?" He asked, motioning his head towards the sidewalk. You stepped out the door showing that you were ready to go whenever he was. And so you both left.

He walked you around Liverpool, stopping occasionally to tell you what something was. His house, the school, you name it. He had lived here all his life and knew the city like the back of his hand. As you two were walking back home, John stopped at a gate.

"And this right here, is my favorite place. Strawberry fields."

You peered through the gate wondering what was so special about this place. Perhaps it was some memories he had from when he was really young. Or maybe he was planning on making memories in that spot

The two of you sat next to each other under a tree for over an hour just talking about life. John explained why he lived with his aunt and you explained that you've lived practically everywhere.

It was nice just to let it out. Neither of you ever experienced much of having a father. When you were four years old, your father passed away. When John was about three, his dad walked out on him. After his mother tried to make amends, she also walked out. Leaving his aunt the only one to take care of him.

You were hardly seen without John by your side after that day. And you honestly didn't want to be without him. You'd never actually had any friends before John. Frankly, you didn't think you would ever have another friend that was quite like him. But during the school day, girls would warn you about him consistently.

Saying that he would hurt you. He seemed harmless, though. So you stuck with him. And you were more than happy that you did so.