Julia laid motionless beneath her thick comforter, her body clothed in a sweater and a pair of underwear. Her bloodshot eyes flicked up at the alarm clock resting on her bedside table.
The clock read 3:15 A.M in bright electric red. She had been balled up underneath her duvet for nearly four hours, trying to drift away into dreamland, but she just couldn't. Even if her body and mind begged for rest, her soul wouldn't let her, as she thought about Kurt Cobain.
He was probably miserable, suffering from withdrawal symptoms. She ached to have him in her arms, but she understood that conditions would just grow much more dismal.
She sighed heavily, and turned onto her side, the bed frame creaking gently. Minutes passed, and she remained wide awake.
She huffed, and sat upwards. Her eyes stung with exhaustion, and she felt weak, her arms and legs practically noodles. She slowly rose from the mattress, and dragged herself into the kitchen. She stood on her tip toes, and grabbed her bottle of vodka from the top cabinet. She also got a glass, then poured the liquid into it.
She plopped down on her sofa, and nursed the glass of vodka, hoping Kurt was safe.
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everlong
Fanfiction'if anything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again.'
