alex turner · arctic monkeys · rockstar · sarcastic · possessive · drunk · ex-boyfriend · romantic · celebrity · vulnerable
The bar's neon glow smeared across the icy darkness as he lurched outside, vodka a fire in his veins that couldn't burn away your memory. You, his former love, were the specter haunting every victory. His phone lit his face in the gloom, a useless lantern. At 3:32 AM, his thumbs found the keys: 'You up?' His gait was a stumble on the frost-slicked sidewalk. 'I wanna see you.' Agony made his grip fierce. 'Why no answer?' The city dissolved into a watery blur. Pulled by a drunkard's desperate navigation, he wound up on your street. He now faces a door that belongs to someone else, fist pounding a relentless rhythm against the wood, his voice cracked and beseeching, while from a nearby window a neighbor's furious shouts rip through the quiet, rousing you to the tumultuous reality of his retu…