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ALEX TURNER

(Band: Arctic Monkeys)

I was sat down in a tailor sitting format on the wooden tiles of my room. The tiles felt oddly colder without the fuzzy, fur ball in my lap that used to make small, quiet endearing noises. In replace of that, I was holding my cellphone in my lanky hands, searching through my contacts for that familiar name that, on any other ocassion, would make me smile swiftly. My hands weren't shaking but instead steady, it surprised me as I wasn't good with receiving gloomy knowledge.

My light brown eyes elevated into the mirror infront of me, my closet doors were reflective, making me feel even more alone as I started into my reflection. I had glossed orbs that resembled watercolors. My usual relaxed demeanor was replaced with one of mourning. I sat there, staring into my own soul as if it would bring back my tabby, like pressing the rewind button on your television. Even then, could I have changed anything?

I blinked as I momentarily forgot I had to, the stinging in my eyes prominent. That action sent a stray tear fall onto my right, tan cheek. It slid down gradually, as if it was taking its time, taunting me. I think the reality sunk into me when I saw that single tear drop and I knew there would be a river soon.

I swiftly looked down at my phone again, scrolling swiftly until I saw 'Alex', a red heart accompanying the name. I clicked on the name before pressing the 'call' button, wondering if I was over-reacting. I was going to bother him, surely. I mean, he was in the studio, working on some up-to-the-minute songs with his mates. The familiar ringing of the call transferring made me nervous. Alex had his priorites, music being one of them so why did I bother interrupting him?

The ringing stopped, signalling the call was successful. I felt like a rock was shoved down my throat, blocking the words from coming out of my mouth. There was silence for a few seconds, I didn't know what to say or how to even approach the call.

"Alice, you okay, darlin'?"

Alex's Yorkshire accent rung through my ears. I was sat still as the silence coated me, I couldn't find my words but yet silent tears were streaming down my face, the waterworks getting a head start. "I- um, I don't know." I spoke, my voice came out like a squeak, that of a mouse. There was silence on the line, I was afraid I was being a bother to his workspace so my finger hovered above the red telephone button, silently contemplating. "Do you...want me to come over?" He suggested, hesitantly. He was obviously trying to figure out how to talk to me, his words aware. I panicked, swiftly. "No!" It's as if my voice suddenly regained its power. Few more seconds passed and Alex knew something was up, he was still thinking of how to approach me. "You're busy, it's fine." I comment, my voice returning to its quiet state, though it still managed to cut the silence. I sniffed, my nose congested as my quiet cries washed over me.

"No, we were just wrappin' up..I'm coming over, yeah?"

He must've heard the sniffle, the noise that gave me away. I remained quiet as I didn't even bother to protest. There was no use. The line fell silent as the call came to an end. I clicked the side of my phone, shutting it off as the screen went black, my teary-eyed face staring at me. It was funny how something that wasn't human had such an impact on a living being.

(THIS IS JUST A FILLER, NOT REALLY A COMPLETE IMAGINE BUT SOMETHING TO UPLOAD.)