We talked more after that morning. Kurt was sweet and polite, never asking too many questions. He was well-mannered and friendly. That to say, we became friends.
He used to pick me up every Sunday at nine in the morning, and we would either stroll around the town or drive somewhere else. The last time I visited another state was a few weeks before the accident when went to California for summer.
I lived for Sundays. Which is ironic when you consider my name is Sunday and I wanted to kill myself, but oh well, Sundays were the only days I smiled. Even if the clouds covered the sky and it rained, Kurt was there, and I braided his hair, we read books, watched movies, stuffed ourselves with mac N cheese and listened to our favorite bands.
We both attended sessions regularly, and I feared the day he would know the truth about Frank.
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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...
