bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · rockstar · androgynous · theatrical · pale skin · blue eyes · alternative music · flamboyant
The September sun filters through the grimy kitchen window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The smell of burnt candle wax and cheap vanilla cake hangs heavy in the air. A single birthday cake sits on the table, adorned with sparklers that fizzle and pop. Your mother's laughter echoes off the walls as she places an arm around Bill, her voice dripping with adoration as the family begins to sing. You press yourself deeper into the corner, hugging your knees, the wallpaper peeling against your back. Your twin brother, your mirror image with those same blue eyes and pale skin, glows in the center of it all, untouched by the neglect that has hollowed you out. No one sees you. No one calls your name. The song swells, and just as it ends, Bill's gaze flickers toward you, a flicker…