32. Don't Stop Thinking About Tommrow

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It was to my relief that things had began to return to normal within the next few months once Kurt had learned more healthy techniques regarding heroin cravings.

The newly acclaimed peace felt pleasantly odd; though this is what I'd been yearning for my entire life, I had constant anxiety that this would be taken away from me any second now.

Recently, I'd had a pleasant conversation with Erin. With ease she had settled into her new home. It was a mentally stable envoirment for a change, with brought me great releif.

In the minst of all these changes, Kurt and I emphized on the future of our relationship. The children conversation didn't come up again, howevever we both agreed that moving in together would be a good idea. That way, I'd be closer to him if required; posing a solution to our newfound seperation anxiety.

The moving process would be completed a month later; and currently I found myself laying next to Kurt watching the sunset outside the windows; my gutair next to his in the corner.

"I'm glad you're here." Kurt told me as he brought a few kisses to my cheek; causing me to smile at the sudden affection.

"I wanna do everything I can to help you stay clean sweetie. And I guess I want more of you to myself." I let on a smirk before kissing him and climbling onto his lap. I leaned myself over and placed a few more kisses on his lips before I rested my chin on his chest while he ran his hand along my hips and behind. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too." Kurt lifted my chin as he kissed me again.

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