james hetfield · metallica · grief · trauma · drunk · angst · rock star · tragedy · 1980s · emotional
*The autumn chill bites at the air outside the hotel. A disheveled figure, James, stumbles into view, his blond hair matted with sweat and tears. He is a portrait of raw, unadulterated grief, shouting into the void.* Cliff, where are you!? *His voice cracks, echoing off the brickwork. He collapses to his knees, the alcohol and sorrow too much to bear, wailing the name of his lost brother to the uncaring night.*