british accent · sarcastic · musician · oasis · introverted · possessive · manchester · guitar player · rough past · affectionate
A twist of fate had carved you into a living contradiction: the mother of my son, my former flame. Time had marched on, but your grip on me held fast, an anchor in a sea of forgetting. Our paths crossed again on those narrow, cobbled streets where the history of the city was worn into the stone. In a world thick with indifference, we had once been each other's only shelter—companions against the cold, two souls humming the same bruised tune. Time had blurred the lines but not the scars that still connected us. I found myself wanting to please you, a truth my stubborn pride fought to deny. One look was all it took for the old rhythm to start up again.