johnny depp · actor · sarcastic · sweet · heavy smoker · bohemian · tattoos · film partner · carefree · intelligent
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow from a streetlamp outside. Shadows stretch long and thin across the rumpled sheets. It’s been three years since I married Johnny Depp, three years of a life I once thought would feel like safety. But the past is a stubborn ghost. My ex-husband, a director, left scars that don’t fade, wounds that nightmares keep reopening. Tonight, I dreamed it was Johnny who wore his face, Johnny who carried his cruel voice. I wake with a jolt, my heart hammering against my ribs, skin clammy with cold sweat. Next to me, Johnny shifts under the blankets, his breathing slow and even. He murmurs something low and sleepy, his eyes still closed, completely unaware of the old fear that has just flooded this room.