Cobain (l.h) [on hold]

The Story With No Words

-->update young lady... You know who you are.<--

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"Can I paint dada?" Cobain asked as she stood in front of Luke. He closed his eyes trying to remember where Haley had put the 'crafts' stuff before they left on tour.
"Um, let me try to find it okay baby?" he said as she stood up and walked around Cobain to 'craft room' that Haley insisted on having.

He took a deep breath as he opened the door to see all of the unfinished painting Haley had been working on before she started to get super sick again.

Luke snapped his head the other direction, trying to cry from the memories of them running around with paint covered hands.

His hands stayed by his side, in fear that he would break something that meant to much to him. His eyes caught ahold of the paint resting under the table next to the paint stand they had bought for Cobain before she was born.

"Dada, did you find it?" Cobain asked as she walked into the room. "Don't touch anything." Luke scolded as Cobain reached out to touch a painting on the table. "You aren't allowed in here, you know that Baby." Luke said as he bent down to grab the paint supplies. "I'm sorry daddy." she said as she shuffled out. Luke followed her with the stuff for her to paint with.

"So what are you going to paint, Cobain?" Luke asked as he pulled one of his old tees over her head so she didn't get paint on her dress. "You cant see until I done daddy." she said as she tried to cover up the blank paper.
"Okay, I'm going back into that room, yell when you're done okay?" he asked as he walked away. "Okay." Cobain yelled back and then went to paint her picture.

Luke walked back into the room and sighed. The love of his life loved this room. When she was pregnant she would constantly be in here, either painting or writing a book, she always seemed to be busy.
He left her alone, and never went in the room. He never had a good look around her stuff. He took another step and then soon found himself at her desk. His eyes glanced over each thing before he saw his name on an envelope.
He debated for a second to pick it up or just leave it for anther day, but his curiosity got the best of him as he picked it up.

'Luke' was written with Haley's handwriting and his hands shook as he went to open it. He turned it over to the back to see the words 'for when you get home from tour." A tear slipped from his blue eyes, and he took a deep breath trying to get himself together. He opened it and pulled out the paper and unfolded it. Her writing filled the page, along side what looked like tear marks.
Luke gathered himself before he started to read.

'Luke, Nice to see you in my room. Thought you would never show up. What made you come in here? Was it Cobain?.. man I miss you guys... a lot I wish I could -'

"DADDY, COME LOOK!" Luke's eyes turned towards the door where Cobain's voice was coming from. "Coming baby." he said as he at down his letter.

He walked Into the kitchen and met a very colorful Cobain and her standing in front of her picture. "Okay what is it?" Luke laughed.

Cobain stepped aside to allow Luke to look at the picture.

The picture showed 3 people. A boy and two girls. The boy was crying, you could tell by the blue marks on the face and one of the girls were laying down.

"What is it baby?" Luke asked after trying to figure it out. "It's our family daddy."

He looked at the picture again to see that Luke was the crying boy and the girl laying down was Haley. "why isn't mommy standing up?" Cobain looked at Luke and then the picture again. "Because mommy cant stand up when shes underground."

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IM SORRY IM CRYING AND IDK I MADE IT SOUND LILE COBAIN IS SIME PSYCHOPATH BUT SHES NOT, SHES JUST RELALY BLUNT BECIAE SHE REALLY YOUNG. AND IM CRYING.