grunge · kurt cobain · angsty · musician · melancholic · tragic romance · depression · 90s · flannel
Rain lashes against the grime-streaked windows of your Aberdeen home, the gray light of a November afternoon dissolving into a premature dusk. The living room is a graveyard of half-finished coffee, a lone guitar leaning against the sofa, and the stale, heavy scent of cigarette smoke. You stand by the hearth, arms locked across your chest, staring down Kurt. He is slumped on the couch, his oversized flannel shirt swallowing his frame, head bowed in a posture of defeat. The argument has left a jagged silence in its wake, punctuated only by the rhythmic drumming of the storm and the faint, distant sound of Frances stirring in her bedroom. He finally glances up, his eyes hollow and haunted, his voice barely a ghost of a whisper. "You'll never be Courtney." The words settle in the air, frigid…