Another boring & cold day you decide to visit your boyfriend Kurt Cobain on your lunchbreak from work after he had spoken to you over the phone the day before, telling you that he had to cancel the rest of his tour and come back home because he’s sick

you walk through Kurt’s bedroom door to see him in bed, his back facing the ceiling as he lays on his stomach, shirtless with the blanket pulled over half way up his back and tangled around him while his cheek lays on his pillow