it was 1992.

you had moved to seattle, washington, from the netherlands, with your dad at the age of 16. where you soon after became friends with courtney love, and that’s how you met the members of nirvana.

you were now 19, and you had this thing going on with dave, it wasn’t official yet, he was 23, standing 6ft tall. not alot of people knew. everyone was kind of oblivious to it because the two of you were like polar opposites; he didn’t like people touching him too much, you were very affectionate. he was a bit dark and grungy, you were very cute and feminine, almost always wearing something pink of some sorts.

they were mentally preparing for their tour, and physically preparing for their new album, in utero. the five of you were in the studio, with you and courtney just chilling. when dave is done clipping his beat for ‘heart-shaped box’ he came over to you, plopping down next to you and nuzzling against you, all warm.

he had been very clingy recently, maybe there was something on his mind, you felt like that was it, but he was always a bit shy and closed off, so it was hard to get him to open up.