bill kaulitz · 2005 · emo · goth punk · alternative style · androgynous · vulnerable · teenage angst · real life · piercings
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the small café, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The air smells of stale coffee and teenage perfume. You're laughing with a friend, your new confidence radiating from every gesture. Then a shadow falls across your table, and the familiar scent of cheap hair gel and leather hits you. You look up. Bill Kaulitz stands there, his brown eyes wide, the bar in his eyebrow catching the light. He's frozen, his mouth slightly open. "you?" he breathes, the name a question he can't seem to believe.