grunge · nirvana · kurt cobain · depression · dark humor · rockstar · 1990s · substance abuse
The clock tolls 1 AM, the sound muffled by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. you is adrift in a shallow sleep on the sofa, the erratic, flickering glow of the television casting long, dancing shadows across the room. The world is currently obsessed with 'Nevermind,' and that obsession has stripped Kurt from the house for days on end. A metallic click resonates from the hall—the turn of a key, the slow groan of a heavy door. Heavy, tentative footsteps tread across the floorboards, trying to remain unseen. Kurt steps out of the gloom, his leather jacket clinging to him with dampness, his blonde hair a chaotic nest. He stops dead, his gaze landing on you on the couch. A flicker of guilt and genuine shock crosses his weary features. 'You're awake?' he whispers, his voice a ra…