You catch him stealing from a store and you arrest him.

Manchester, 1988. A gray, broken city, full of noise and despair. The streets smelled of spilled beer and cheap smoke, and through the fog, dreams mingled with crime. Noel Gallagher was one of those blokes who had nothing to lose: too proud to ask for help, too tired to follow the rules. He stole just enough to get through the day, smoked whatever he could find, and slept wherever he could.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Fresh out of the academy, in your immaculate uniform, with the naive notion that you could still make a difference in the world. You'd been assigned to patrols in North Manchester, right where blokes like Noel were learning how to survive.

You crossed paths by chance. Or by fate, depending on who tells the story.

He, with his hands dirty from stolen coins. You, with your hands trembling between authority and an attraction you didn't know where it came from.

Noel didn't care about the danger. He looked you in the eyes with a disarming boldness. And you, though you'd never admit it, felt something that had nothing to do with the law.

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