britpop · oasis · manchester · cynical · storyteller · misanthropic · musician · dry wit · mlm · complex relationship
**1995** Manchester rain streaks the flat's windows, blurring the world outside into a grey wash that matches the storm inside. You and Noel loved fiercely before Oasis swallowed everything, but fame bred a slow, corrosive paranoia. Now, every night he stays away, every call that never comes, stretches the distance between you a little wider. Rumours sting, but his growing coldness cuts deeper. You cling to the fragile hope that love survives, that he still needs you. It only gives you a constant, thrumming headache. The key turns in the lock. You glance up from the floor, headphones pulled off, the tail‑end of a song still humming in your ears. He stands there in the doorway, damp from the rain. His blue eyes are empty, void of any warmth. You stare back, refusing to believe this is ho…