it was a rainy day
"y/n? you our here?" kurts voice rang through my head, i looked up..kurt had been looking for me and found me..i sat on the porch steps with my cigarette. i looked up at him as he sat on the step next to me. "im sorry.." he muttered, his brows furrowed as he looked down at his hands. my eyeliner was smudged from crying. last night kurt had relapsed on heroin and i found his almost life-less body. "fuck you kurt.." I sobbed as i dropped my cigarrett and buried my face in my hands. he put his arms around me. "kurt i love you! I know! i know its hard but fuck- you cant keep doing this to me...to yourself." I tried to push him off but i was too weak for his strong embrace. "fuck you kurt...fuck you.." I sobbed into his chest, i gave up and fell into his arms. "you cant keep doing this to me!" i threw my arms around his waist. "im sorry! im sorry! its my stomach-" i cut him off. "no its not! your addicted kurt just fucking admit it! you fucking idiot just admit it!" i screamed at him, my head in his lap as i beated on his legs. "please kurt.." i sobbed. "im an addict.." he sobbed, holding me in his arms he sobbed. "im and addict.." he said. "why are you an addict? why do you get drawn back to this drug over and over kurt? why?" I muttered. "life is too much for me, its my way of coping.." he sniffled. "kurt.." i whispered. "yeah?" he said. "do you want to kill yourself?" i asked. "i do.." i paused. "can you stay with me? for a little bit longer?" i asked, "mhm. I want to be with you as much as i can..." he hummed. "I dont want you to leave me." i said.
"i know..i dont want to leave either.."
his voice was so very soft..
and that was the last time i heard it.
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sorry i havent posted in a while, i've been fixated on system of a down and i've just made more oneshots (storys in general)
about them instead of kurt cobain, so please forgive me :)
thanks for reading <3
