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A Letter to Kurt
By misssullivan

 

His name was Kurt.
He had the most beautiful, bright, vivid blue eyes. They reminded me of the shining lake water in which I had grown accustomed to during my childhood.
His hair was shoulder-length, greasy, blond with brown roots. His body was slim and frail..with every warm embrace, I was afraid I would somehow break him. He was a fragile man with a huge heart that I grew to love. I'll really miss him..it hurts me to think about him. But I still do, every minute of every day.

"Belle, are you coming or what?" My best friend Natalie shouted, wheeling around as I walked out of the door. Her mouth gaped open, eyes wide.
"What? Do I look bad?" I shifted my footing uncomfortably.
"Oh, god no. You're...wow..you look badass.." She gushed, running over to me and squeezing me in a tight hug. I pulled away, a weird look on my face.
"Alright, can we get going now?"
"Someone's eager.." She muttered, smirking. I glanced in the mirror once more. I had torn, straight-legged jeans on; a Mother Love Bone t-shirt; and an old pair of worn-out red converse. The outfit went together quite smoothly, paired with my copper-red colored hair and a bit of eyeliner. "Hurry up!" Natalie snapped, pulling on my forearm and leading me out into the cold Seattle air.
"Nat, are my roots already showing?" I asked randomly, toying with my hair in the sideview mirror.
"'Course not. Stop worrying about how you look. He'll think you're beautiful."
She mentioned him and I sighed dreamily. I couldn't help the wide grin that grew on my face. "Aw, you're in love, aren't you?"
"I don't know..we've been dating for a few months.." I trailed off, staring out the window as specks of rain ran down the glass.
"How far have you gone?" Natalie asked in her usually nosey fashion. I just smiled and watched the blurry headlights zoom by.

"We have fine minutes before the doors close, dammit - hurry up, Belle!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming...I just hope I look alright."
"You look wonderful. Now hurry. the. fuck. up."
"I'm right behind you.." I rushed to catch up with Nat, my converse padding on the wet cement. We walked across the moist grass and made it to the front door. Natalie was tight with the security guard, so he let us in for free.
"Holy shit, how did you do that?" I said in disbelief.
"Oh, that? A little sleeping around never hurt anyone." She shrugged it off and dragged me through the crowd. That's when I saw him.
Dirty blonde hair, moss green sweater paired with a band shirt underneath, his signature torn jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylors. "There he is. Go get 'im." Nat pushed me forward and I stumbled for a second before catching my balance and sliding towards Kurt. He saw me and grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Hey, Belle.." He spoke smoothly, which sent chills down my spine.
"Hi..whens the show start?"
"Soon. I should probably get going. You coming backstage?"
"I've got Nat with me..let me go get her and I'll come." He smiled and removed his arm as I set off to find Natalie.

I spot the short, black-haired girl in the crowd talking to a couple college guys.
"Nat, Kurt said we can come backstage. Wanna come?" I blurted, interrupting their conversation.
"Kurt...as in Cobain?" A gumpy, blonde-headed kid asked. I nodded.
"My..boyfriend." I smiled proudly and his jaw dropped to the floor. I chuckled and grabbed Natalie's hand, leading her backstage.
Kurt welcomed me with a warm hug which - at first - surprised me. I hugged him back and stared into his icy blue eyes, pecking his lips quickly. He smiled and pulled away, hand-in-hand with me.
"To 1994!" Dave cheered, holding his beer up.

January passed quickly, full of weed and concerts - typical Nirvana. Seattle was freezing by this time - snow piled as high as my head in some areas. February brought Valentine's day, which was sweet - of course.
"Happy Valentines Day, Belle." Kurt greeted me on my doorstep around noon. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and he returned the hug. "I brought you a present." He handed me a heart-shaped box, I shot him an inquisitive look and took it, lifting the cover up. Instead of what I figured would be chocolates or something cliche like that - it was filled with photographs.
"What's this?" I picked through the photos and gasped in awe. "Oh, Kurt.."
The pictures were of us together, Nirvana in concert, and some that he snapped without me looking.
"I forgot about Valentines day so I threw this together.." He explained, "Like it?"
"Of course!" I cupped his face in my cold hands and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. "Come on in.."
"Oh, uh, I can't." He stared down at his feet.
"What? Why not? It's V day, you gotta.." I pouted.
"I'm sorry..I have to go. I love you." Another kiss and he trudged down my icy driveway. It wasn't odd for Kurt to randomly disappear for a while - and lately it had become more frequent, which worried me to death.
"Love you too." I shouted hopelessly, closing the front door with a frown on my face.

March brought slightly warmer weather - to my approval. Kurt wasn't around as often, but made a point of seeing me at least once a week.
"Hey, Kurt." I intertwined our fingers together. His were pale and cold, sending a slight chill through my body.
"Hello, Belle. How're you?" He kissed my nose quickly, to which a giddy smile spread on my face.
"I'm doing better, now." I bit my lip and he chuckled.
"You're cute." He said, licking his lips and glancing around. "Want a drink?" I nodded and he headed over to his fridge, disconnecting our fingers. He came back with a couple beers. After handing one to me, he spoke. "The past few months have gone by pretty fast, yeah?"
"Yeah...I haven't seen you as much as I want to." I sighed, sitting in front of his fireplace. I rubbed my cold hands together and sipped on the beer.
"I'm sorry..the band's doing a lot, y'know?" He shrugged, placing a hand on my thigh. "You have me here now, though?" I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder.
Being with Kurt always put me at ease.

The last time I saw him was on March 28th. He came over to my house, more depressed than usual.
"Hun, what's wrong?" I invited him to my bed and we sat next to each other, as close as possible. He shrugged. "Something's wrong..what is it?"
"I dunno." He muttered. I sighed and burying my face into his neck.
"Kurt..can I help it get better?" I asked, gently kissing his collarbone. He just inhaled sharply. I barely nipped on his neck and he pulled away.
"Not right now.." He sighed, putting his arm around me. I frowned slightly, but accepted his arms. "Let's sleep." I nodded.
"Good night. I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too."

The next morning, I woke up and he was gone. Just like that, gone. I shrugged it off, figuring he had something to attend.
On April fourth, I stopped by his house, but he wasn't there. I felt an eery shiver creep down my spine as I walked around the yard. I kept knocking on both doors, and the windows. When I didn't get an answer, I just went home, slightly angry. Kurt never went this long without talking to me.
Later that day, I checked my answering machine.
"Belle? Belle are you there?" It was Kurt, apparently sobbing. My heart thumped loudly. "I love you, Belle..I love y-" It cut off and went on to the next message. With shaky fingers, I dialed his number. Straight to voicemail.
"God dammit!" I screamed in anger, throwing the phone down. I sunk to the floor and sighed, feeling tears in my eyes.

Three days later. April 8th, 1994.
I got a call..from the police.
Kurt's dead.
He's gone.
I can't believe it.
I broke down crying for three days straight. I didn't bother calling anyone, changing my clothes, or eating.
Three days of tortured sobs and screaming.

Before I knew it, I was at his funeral. I saw all of his family members, whom I never had the chance to formally meet, as well as his band members and their wives. I wiped a few tears from my cheek and walked to the stand calmly, staring over at the casket.
"Kurt had the most beautiful, bright, vivid blue eyes. They reminded me of the shining lake water in which I had grown accustomed to during my childhood.
His hair was shoulder-length, greasy, blond with brown roots. His body was slim and frail..and with every warm embrace, I was afraid I would somehow break him. He was a fragile man with a huge heart that I grew to love. I'll really miss him..it hurts me to think about him. But I still do, every minute of every day. I loved him so much..." I started crying loudly and Natalie ushered me away from the microphone, taking me in her arms.

April 8th, 2006.
I still think about Kurt every day.
Every April 8th, I visit the muddy banks of the Wishkah river in his memory. Every April 8th, I come there with a note. This year, it was different.
` Dear Kurt,
I'll be with you soon.
With Love,
Belle'

 

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