Arctic Monkeys Imagines

shattered glass

this alex turner imagine is open for your own interpretation

cw - drinking, angst

I lie awake in my bed staring at the ceiling wondering what could have possibly led me to this point of misery. My body aches as my fingers lose feeling and the glass of whiskey shatters on the linoleum. I feel a warm tear run down my face as I remember what it was like to have her. My eyes burn and with no strength to keep them open I don't and succumb to the memories of her. I feel her silk skin against mine and the brush of her fingertips over my cheek. The spring of her breath tickles my ear as she whispers that it'll be okay. It used to be like this before I became a fool, a fool who can't even remember the hotel room he's in, can't remember who's to blame anymore, said better to assume its him. Look at him, wallowing in self-pity after what he did to her. He deserves this, he deserves to be miserable.

**sorry i've been absent for awhile, just trying to balance school :)