Kurt Cobain

It was a stormy night in Seattle, you and your husband Kurt Cobain were inside, he was working on another song downstairs.
as you walked down the stairs to find Kurt on the couch strumming his guitar, he was murmering lyrics, the room smelled of cigarettes and mac n cheese. Cigarettes lied on the table next to his notenook
You walked up behind the couch causing him looked up at you and smiled, "Took you long enough", Kurt said with a light smile, before setting the guitar down*,"The words aren't coming to me anymore"