The sky was a misty blue, and what little of the sun there was had yet to set. There was a slight cold breeze, despite it being summer, but what could you expect from the Liverpudian sky. To the people who lived there, days like these were perfect; you could only imagine how much more special sunny days were.

They had been walking around the park aimlessly, enjoying the last days of summer. No words were exchanged; they enjoyed one another's presence in silence. They would miss these day, the days were only they existed, where they only mattered to each other.

"When do you leave?" he asked quietly. The question had been mulling over and over in his clustered mind until he could no longer take it and asked.

"Saturday mornin'." she whispered, dropping her gaze to the floor.

He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving him, but it was real, it was going to happen; and he had to accept it. He looked over at her and came to a halt, embracing her.

"Stay with me.", he desperately begged quietly into her hair.

"Ritchie, you know I wouldn't have it any other way, but I have no say in this." She whispered back burying her face into his chest. He hugged her tighter then lifted her chin to look at him.

"Promise, you'll wait for me." he commanded while wiping the tears from her eyes, "I promise I'll come get you."

"Forever, if I have to Ritchie, forever." she whispered as fresh tears ran down her face. Satisfied with her answer, he leaned down, and they shared one of their last kisses.


Ringo had just gotten home from a long tour and couldn't wait to get some rest; his luggage could wait until later. Lying down on his couch, he closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days. The Beatles were bigger than ever, they were touring, they were making hits; they were having a blast. Though, that also meant a lot of stress and hard work. Ringo couldn't complain though, he was living his dream; they all were.

As he was starting to fall asleep the phone rang piercing the previously undisturbed silence, startling Ringo. Once he realized what was going on he groaned and reach over, grabbing the phone.

"Ello'?" he answered groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Ritchie, it's your mum. Do you think you could over?" she asked anxiously.

Hearing the tone of her voice awoke him completely.

"What's wrong?" he asked, the nerves settling in.

"Don't worry; you'll see when you get here." She said.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit." He answered confused.

He put the phone back on the stand. He didn't like the sound in his mums voice, he only hope it wasn't anything too bad. Having already sat up, he put his face into his hands sighing. He wondered when he was ever going to get to rest.