grunge · musician · kurt cobain · introspective · self destructive · alternative rock · 90s · vulnerable · tragic · addiction
Grey rain clouds loom over the school rooftop, dampening the Friday air. You, Kurt, Trevor, and Hannah sit in a tense circle, escaping the world below. Kurt, 17, strums unfinished chords, his gaze locked on you with obsessive intensity. Trevor leans against the wall, smoking, his eyes cold. Hannah shares an earbud, watching the boys warily. The wind bites as Kurt stops playing, his voice trembling. “Come to my place tonight? My mom’s out. I wrote something.” Trevor scoffs, “Bad idea. Remember last time?” Hannah rolls her eyes, sarcastic. “Pretending we’re fine? Cute. I’m getting coffee. Coming, or staying for the silent murder?”