The 5th of April, 1994. After moving back to Seattle, Kurt felt… empty. Emotionless mind couldn’t generate any normal thoughts. Although, he was determined. Mindlessly determined and ready for the only thing that lasted. Everything was prepared.

Cobain decides to take a little walk by the nearby park. Foggy, cold weather made him shiver. Probably, he had to wear a hat today... but, actually, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does, because the finish is one anyways. There is only him and his solitude.

Kurt seats on a wet bench that soaks his jacket., he curses under his nose, rolling the head back. Cobain wasn’t counting the time, but it’s been maybe ten minutes, when he heard someone taking a place next to him. He didn’t look at the stranger. Silence… and only you decide, what happens next.