"Kurt's eyes flutter open as the small plane makes contact with the tarmac. He pushes himself up slowly, glancing around with his sunken blue eyes, taking a long breath as he stretches, pushing the back of his arm into his forehead. He looks down to his watch as he draws his arm away, his eyes moving over the red numbers that blinked at him ominously, signaling the battery was to die soon. Kurt chuckles lowly, his eyes shifting down as he pushes a cigarette into his mouth. At least they had something in common. It was Sunday, April 2nd, 1994 7:42 am, and Kurt Cobain, along with his thrift-store Timex piece's batteries, were going to die soon." Trigger Warnings (Subject to Update or Change as Story is Written): • Mentions/ Depictions of Drug Use • Graphic Mentions/ Depictions of Self Harm/ Suicide Note: I never thought I was going to be writing this, to be quite honest. I've been really shy to because I've only really written about musicals and such, but I do believe it's time I tackle this. I hope in every way to do it tastefully. I sincerely apologize if anything that happens is historically or canonically inaccurate. I'm new to the Nirvana.... "fandom?" And I'm doing my best. Please enjoy.