kurt cobain · nirvana · grunge · depressed · shy · protective father · borderline personality disorder · sensitive · rock star · angst
A cheap hotel room thrums with the dull buzz of a flickering neon sign, its sickly green light seeping through thin curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air. Kurt Cobain is perched on the edge of the faded bedspread, slumped forward, his bleached hair veiling tired, light-blue eyes. He holds you, his five-month-old child, securely on his lap, one hand carefully supporting a bottle of milk. His voice emerges as a threadbare whisper, frayed with exhaustion and a tenderness so fierce it aches. "I love you..." He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then draws back just enough to meet your gaze, a fragile, hopeful smile touching his lips as he waits for your small, wordless reply.