Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

I love to hear you call my name

The night had swept away in a whirlwind of laughter, music, and alcohol. Faye found herself in the euphoria of the moment, the hours slipping past almost unnoticed until Shelli mentioned the time – almost 5:30 in the morning. The realization that the night had flown by startled her; time truly vanished when she was engrossed in the company of Kurt and the rest of the group.

As the bustling venue began to dwindle in activity, Blake, ever the impulsive one, proposed a spontaneous adventure. "Hey, why not head to Louisa Boren Park and catch the sunrise?" His suggestion hung in the air, inviting reactions. Faye, usually averse to such unplanned excursions, surprised herself by eagerly agreeing with the idea, urging the others to join in.

Kurt, intrigued by Faye's sudden enthusiasm, nodded with a smile. "Sounds like a plan. It's been a while since I've watched the sunrise."

The group finally decided to go. Exiting the venue, the cool morning air greeted them.The sky was slowly transitioning from the depth of night to a soft hue, teasing the horizon with whispers of light. Faye felt a mix of excitement and ease as they made their way to the park, their laughter echoing in the quiet streets. The city seemed to be in a state of hushed awakening, with only a few early risers scattered around. As they approached the park, the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the approaching sunrise.

They found a perfect spot overlooking the city, patiently awaiting the first rays of sunlight. The sky painted itself in shades of amber and gold, gradually lighting up the canvas above. The skyline slowly revealed itself against the glowing horizon, silhouetted buildings standing tall against the emerging daylight.

Kurt and Faye found themselves slowly distancing from the group, nestling by the comforting presence of a sturdy tree. The night's alcohol and the infectious energy of the evening had gradually softened Faye's reservations, allowing her to feel more at ease around Kurt. She chuckled softly and confessed, "I don't think I've ever been awake enough to see a sunrise before." Kurt looked at her in disbelief, but she affirmed that it was true, describing her life as somewhat routine and uneventful.

Kurt quickly dismissed her self-assessment, insisting, "No way. You're far more interesting than you give yourself credit for. Living isn't always about being out there, partying hard or seeking constant excitement."

She nodded in agreement but revealed her occasional feeling of missing out on something by not being more outgoing. Kurt listened intently, understanding the sentiment. "It's not about right or wrong," he began, "but if you ever feel like experiencing more, I'm here to join you," Exhausted, he rested his head on her legs and closed his eyes briefly. "Sometimes the best experiences come from simply being open to new things." Faye tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the weight of the night settle upon them both.

Kurt's eyes flickered open, meeting Faye's gaze, and a serene silence enveloped them. The distant sounds of the awakening city began to fill the air, a stark contrast to the bustling night they had just left behind. He smiled faintly, feeling her touch as a soothing balm to his tired soul.

"I guess there's beauty in simplicity," Kurt murmured, breaking the quietness. "I've had nights where the best memories were made just by doing nothing extraordinary but being with the right people."

Kurt's words lingered in the tranquil morning air as the sun continued to rise, casting a warm hue over the horizon. He continued "I think that's what I like about you. You just give me that feeling that things could be so simple". Faye's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and joy at Kurt's heartfelt sentiment. She glanced at him, noticing the way the morning light played on his features, casting a gentle glow on his face.

Faye, gathering her courage, replied softly, "You make me feel alive, Kurt. Being around you is like a rush, it makes me want to explore and experience everything."

He rose from her lap, edging a bit nearer as their lips met once more. Her hands continued to caress his hair while he tenderly cradled her chin. Again, she felt so vulnerable but so safe at the same time.

"Enjoying the view from up there?" Blake's voice approached. Faye felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, while Kurt attempted to play it cool, acting as if nothing significant had occurred. "Looks like it's time to wrap things up. Shall we head out?" Blake proposed.

"You guys can go ahead, we'll stay a bit longer." Kurt unexpectedly interjected.

Blake's sharp and understanding nature led him to pause, asking with a hint of surprise, "Sure, Faye?" Faye simply nodded, and without much ado, Blake departed with the rest of the group, and Kurt and Faye didn't even bother with farewells. The connection between them was palpable, and they found themselves absorbed in the tranquility of the moment, reveling in each other's company as the sun continued its ascent in the ambiance of the park.

Kurt sprawled out on the grass, letting out a long exhale. "Now I can take a breath," he remarked, his body sinking into the greenery. Faye, curious about his statement, inquired further. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's not like that, I love those guys, but sometimes it's all... too much," Kurt confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his thoughts. He reached for his pack of cigarettes, his fingers trembling slightly. "Sometimes I think I am just pulling an act, even with the ones I love," he admitted with vulnerability.

Faye felt a swirl of emotions but tried to provide solace. "Well, you can be whoever you are with me, Kurt Cobain," she offered, hoping to bring him comfort and acceptance.

He smiled warmly and softly expressed, "I love it when you say my name." As Faye joined him on the grass, he extended his hand towards her.

She giggled, asking "What do you mean? It's your name, don't you love it anyways?"

Kurt took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the changing colors of the sky. Faye nestled beside him, the blades of grass tickling their skin. He turned to her, his eyes reflecting a mix of calmness and vulnerability.

"You know, Faye," he started, his voice soft against the tranquil morning. "I've always felt like I'm living two different lives. One with the band, the performances, the expectations... and another when I'm just me. Alone."

His expression got somber. "Sometimes, I wonder which version is really me. And being with you, it's like a breath of fresh air. I don't have to pretend or play a role."

"I'm glad," she replied, sincerity coloring her words. "Finding that peace within ourselves is the hardest part. I'm here whenever you need me to call your name and find yourself again."

As the sun intensified its glow, Faye instinctively yawned, feeling the remnants of the night catching up to her. Kurt gently remarked, "Okay, now it's time to get you home." But she hesitated, refusing to leave just yet.

"But I just can't say goodbye," she admitted, her voice soft with reluctance.

Kurt smiled, "This time, I'll keep track of you," he reassured her, offering his hand to help her up. They strolled down the park together, sharing a few quiet moments before reaching the street.

Kurt hailed a cab for her, and as it pulled up, he turned to her with a tender expression. Leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise in the fleeting gesture. Faye felt a rush of conflicting emotions as she stepped into the cab, her thoughts swirling with the night's memories. 

As the cab rolled away, she couldn't shake off the lingering presence of Kurt. It was as if he had left an indelible mark, something tangible yet beautifully wrapped in an idealized memory. As soon as she arrived at the dorm, she ran to the shower and on her tiptoes entered the room, trying not to make too much noise. It was in vain, though, as the phone started ringing.

"I told you I wouldn't let you slip through once again, didn't I?" It was Kurt.