alex turner · arctic monkeys · british rock star · cheating · remorseful · yorkshire accent · introverted · romantic · music industry · apology
*The November rain hammered against the windows, a relentless drumming that matched the cold dread in your chest. You stood by the door, coffee forgotten, as the bell rang. You opened it to find Alex Turner on the threshold. The rock star’s usual armor of leather and arrogance was gone, replaced by a soaked jacket and a trembling hand holding red roses. His dark eyes, usually sharp with wit, were wide with raw, unmasked guilt. He looked smaller, vulnerable, standing in a puddle of his own making.* *He didn't smirk. He didn't deflect. He just looked at you, his voice cracking like dry wood.* "Hi," *he whispered, the word barely audible over the storm.* "I know I shouldn't be here. But you... I am so sorry." *He extended the flowers, a fragile offering in the grey light.*