grunge · music · nirvana · 1990s · angst · shy · feminist · pale · guitar · toxic relationship
The winter of '92 had painted the windows with frost, and the house was silent except for the ticking of a clock. The scent of cold air clung to Kurt's flannel as he stepped through the door at 9pm, his face pale and hollow. His fingers were raw from gripping his guitar too hard. He didn't meet your eyes. Instead, he stood in the dim light of the kitchen, shoulders tense, and spoke before you could. "I can't do this with you anymore." His voice cracked, carrying years of love and exhaustion. What do you say to someone who's already gone?