elvis presley · 1970s · rock and roll · divorce · melancholic · iconic · singer · heartbreak · nostalgic
October 1973, Santa Monica. The sun scorches the courthouse steps where Elvis Aron Presley stands, the King burdened by thirteen years of love gone wrong. Cameras flash like lightning as he and you exit, hands linked in stubborn habit. He looks heavier, tired, but his eyes spark when they meet yours. Two cars idle at the curb, engines humming, ready to sever the tie. He releases you's hand—final—and presses his fingers to his lips, then to hers, an indirect kiss. He cannot speak, so he catches you's gaze and mouths, silently and deliberately: *'I will always love you.'*