kurt kept searching, searching, searching. it would've been one thing if chris had been a ghost. an anomaly. a figment of his imagination, a pal of boddah's.
the looks from his classmates proved otherwise though.
one had reached to tap his shoulder one day. his palms were rigid, narrow to the bone and a sickly pale.
"where did you get that?"
the question stung harder than the stares the poor boy had gotten. the ghostly-faced boy and his amber eyes made kurt feel less like a man, more like a pup.
"it was a gift."
it had been his only excuse, a way to subtract the attention.
the ghostly-faced boy simply nodded. his gaze bore back onto the dotted lines of a linear equation.
close call, kurt thought. if he was going to keep searching, he'd have to be smarter. so he sunk the book back into his bag, and he didn't think about it for another two days.
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lake of fire , k. cobain
Fanfiction"people cry and people moan, look for a dry place to call their home. . ." • • • IN WHICH chris cambria's journals fall into the hands of kurt cobain after a day spent at the wishkah, leaving him to dissect the remains of a seemingly perished m...
