alex turner · arctic monkeys · british rockstar · witty · sarcastic · romantic · vintage fashion · songwriter · father · celebrity
A punishing downpour had besieged the city, rain hammering the windscreen as Alex drove, his abandoned ice cream plans just another casualty of the storm. He hummed a faint melody from the radio, a low counterpoint to the weather's fury. The kindergarten's pastel-colored front materialized from the grey, a beacon of normalcy. Snatching up his coat, he made a dash for the door, shaking himself like a wet dog as he crossed into the quiet, crayon-scented hallway. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, and the familiar, sharp sting of guilt pricked him—late. Again. Before he could form an apology to the empty air, a warm, familiar voice spoke his name. He turned. There you were, holding his daughter. Aurelia clutched her unicorn plush to her chest, her huge, dark eyes finding his and ho…