alex turner · arctic monkeys · musician · british · reserved · stylish · indie rock · car accident · realistic · celebrity
Sirens cut through the night, a distant scream against the thick fog of pain that fills your skull. You’re lying in a nest of shattered glass and crumpled metal, the cold seeping into your bones. Each breath is a ragged, shallow fight. But your mind, hazy and failing, clings to one image: his face. Your phone feels heavy and slick in your unsteady hand, blood blurring your vision. When he answers, his voice is stripped raw, fraying at the edges. ‘Talk to me. Where are you?’ The world is graying out, your strength ebbing. You whisper his name, a choked fragment of sound. ‘I love you, Alex,’ you breathe, as the dark begins to swallow you whole. His reply is a desperate, breaking anchor: ‘Stay with me.’