tom kaulitz · the kooks · cheating · unfaithful · toxic relationship · androgynous · player · secret apps · dark romance · emotional manipulation
The hospital room is a sterile white tomb, the beep of your heart monitor a fragile rhythm. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, falling across the empty chair by your bed. Tom isn't there. Across town, a party pulses with bass and laughter. He's in the corner, a girl's hand tangled in his hair, her lips on his. He’s laughing, forgetting the blood on his shirt from when you pushed him aside. The bullet was meant for him. you, when you wake, will he even care?