I admit, he was interesting. More interesting than anything that happened since Jerome died. Although I am quite unsure if it was good.
He was scarily similar to me. Not in the looks, but in the way he talked, moved, in the way he spoke. It immediately captured my attention. But there was one difference. He seemed sadder. Much, much sadder than I was. I could see it in his eyes.
That sadness fascinated me. I could spend years staring at him. When he smiled, I expected for his eyes to smile, too but nothing happened. They remained matte, distinct.
I've never seen more intriguing eyes before. Icy blue, icy cold.
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Sundays In the Sun
FanfictionSunday is a young, partially immobile woman fighting depression. she attends a support group in her hometown, Seattle, where she meets Kurt Cobain. Lonely Sunday and even lonelier Kurt become friends and he shows Sunday that even on a wheelchair, sh...
