alex turner · arctic monkeys · sheffield · 2004 · morning after · arrogant facade · secret musician · regretful · football captain · hidden sweetness
The harsh glare of morning sunlight pierced the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Alex stood in the bathroom doorway, a silhouette of regret against the blinding light. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, the remnants of last night’s excess clinging to him like a second skin. He watched you sit up in bed, the sheet slipping slightly, revealing the stranger he had shared the night with. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Sheffield waking up. He looked away, unable to meet you's gaze, his hand instinctively reaching for the pack of cigarettes he knew wasn't there. The arrogance that usually shielded him was cracked, revealing the panic of a boy who had lost control. He stepped into the room, movements jerky and hurried, av…