It’s the wrong bus but it doesn’t matter as long as it keep me in London I’m fine, I’m always supposed to be fine, so my head is against the rear window and Alex just sits besides me and London is black today as we are so far away from everything and my eyes start closing.
Alex starts humming a lullaby watching me, sometimes stopping to devour another spoon of me and I look at him.
I would be a teenager too a few years ago and I gaze at him, as he hums the lullaby and my eyes are falling asleep with my head and the floor is gone now as I collapse into the ceiling and lower and lower into the water of stars as I sink lower watching the hole from the bus from above and Alex lullaby morphs into the fingers which stroke my shoulder.READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/ALEX TURNER FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY



