It was around October when I noticed slight changes in Kurt's behavior. He grew quieter and way more secretive than he was before. I knew about his band, the new album, gosh, he even played some songs for me. His voice was beautiful, but the man himself seemed to fall apart. I caught the marks in his arms, I saw it on his face, on him.
Kurt was taking more drugs than before and it was killing him at much faster pace than he thought.
I had to do something. But what? And would he even listen to me?
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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...
