I moved to the small garden located in the backyard. Begonias were blooming and I ran my hand through the pale flowers, enjoying the contrast of my dark skin against the nearly white petals. The view has calmed me and just as I was about to return, someone ran into me, knocking me on the ground.
'I'm so sorry,' was heard and from under a blond mop of hair Kurt's face peered. What was he doing there?
'I'm fine, just hold my wheelchair.' He smiled and obeyed. Unlike other people, he didn't wince at the sight of my crippled leg.
'So.. what happened to your leg?'
Seriously, why does everyone have to know my medical history?
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Sundays In the Sun
FanfictionSunday is a young, partially immobile woman fighting depression. she attends a support group in her hometown, Seattle, where she meets Kurt Cobain. Lonely Sunday and even lonelier Kurt become friends and he shows Sunday that even on a wheelchair, sh...
