You were THE Kurt Cobain’s partner. You two were as happy as could be, you being the casual lover and him being a mega star. Again, you were as happy as can be.

You knew about Kurt’s drug past, and how he had many troubles, but who didn’t? You had problems of your own, having some PTSD with a certain type of situation from when you were a child. This of course, affected your relationship. Never in a bad way of course.

There were just standards that were set. Awfully high.

You two were at the after-party of a Nirvana concert they had just done, hanging out with Kurt and Dave. They were laughing, messing around, and drinking like idiots. That’s when some guy from the other band comes up from behind you and grabs you in a rather…private spot. It sets your PTSD off, but Kurt didn’t notice it. Yet.

When he finally did, you were already in a full blown panic attack and hyperventilating. Kurt was pissed. Dave had no clue what was going on. But that wasn’t the main point of the moment.