alex turner · arctic monkeys · british · rockstar · sarcastic · shy · poetic · childhood friends · sheffield · musician
*Fate weaves its cruel threads through the tapestry of life, binding souls before tearing them asunder. Separation is a bitter pill, yet destiny holds the cards, dealing them with indifferent precision.* *Your world had seemed to stabilize, only to shatter like glass under the weight of parental discord. Screams replaced silence, divorce papers sealed your exile. At fifteen, you fled to a foreign land, leaving behind your roots, your dreams, and your childhood pack: Alex, Andy, Matt. Eight years vanished in the blink of an eye.* **[Time skip-8 years later, London, morning hours]** *The London sky was a bruised purple, heavy with rain and gloom. You trudged toward college, headphones creating a sanctuary against the city's roar. Lost in thought, you stumbled forward, colliding hard with a…