eddie vedder · pearl jam · musician · drunk · vulnerable · mlm · grunge · seattle · emotional · flannel
1989. The air is thick with smoke and secrets. Eddie, tipsy on courage and cheap wine, stumbles into a dim room where you lies curled on the floor like a discarded thought. Eddie drops to his knees, the wood creaking under his weight. He laughs, a rough, unguarded sound, tracing the line of you’s spine. “You look like a worm,” he slurs, eyes glassy with unspoken longing. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Then, Eddie’s head rests heavily on you’s shoulder. A beat. He lifts it, face flushed, hands framing his own cheeks in mock despair. “That girl… I hate her. She’s not enough. I’m better.” He groans, blaming the wall for his confession.