It's Better to Burn Out than Fade Away-Kurt Cobain

Chapter 27

January 3, 1992

"I love you guys," I hugged my parents tightly. 

They went to go to a hotel for New Year's Eve-away from all the chaos. 

"We love you, too," My mom kissed my forehead. 

They were leaving to go back to Florida. I didn't know how long it would be until I would see them again-I would miss them so much. 

I started crying. It had been so long since we actually got along and they were leaving again. 

"Come live down here," I begged them. "Please, please."

"We are looking at houses," My dad said. 

They said bye to everyone else and walked through the door. I hugged Kurt and cried. 

"It's okay," He told me. "Hey, it's okay."

I wiped my tears. It was okay. 

We had been packing so much for the past two days. We didn't really get to enjoy New Year's that much. I just wanted to get out of the apartment and move into the house as soon as possible. 

So much was on my mind. But, the thing that was on my mind the most was Kurt leaving. Again. He was going to be gone until March. It was going to be forever before I could see him again.

We spent a lot of time together packing, but that was it. Those were the past couple of days. We had time together, but we were packing. We never got quality time together. 

We were in our bedroom packing things when he kissed my neck softly. 

"Kurt," I groaned. 

"Yes?" He kissed my neck again. 

"We have to take Lorelai to daycare."

"I know," He stood up. "Let's continue this when we get home, okay?"

"Okay."

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We both laid down in bed-naked-with the blankets covering our bodies. 

"Thanks," I smiled and kissed him. "Kurt, I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Are Lorelai and I-nevermind, that's a stupid question."

"What?"

"Nevermind, I know the answer."

"What was the question?"

"I was going to ask if Lorelai and I are going with you on tour, but-"

"Ruby, you're moving into our new house," He chuckled. 

I half-smiled. "Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"You're going to be gone for two months."

"It's only two months."

"Two months. Eight weeks. Sixty days."

"I know, I know."

"I don't think you do."

"Ruby, I hate it when I have to leave. I absolutely hate it."

"Then why do you leave?"

"I have to go. But, I'll always be back." He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I always come back."

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We packed most of the things in the kitchen and our bedroom-just random shit.