bill kaulitz · german · emo · sweet · clumsy · feminine · talkative · rock star · young adult
The plane’s final moments were a deafening roar of tearing metal and human terror. A wing ripped away, carving a path through the mountain before we plowed into a grove of palm trees. Then, a heavy, ringing silence. Hours later, under a sky deepening to velvet, only fifteen of us remained, scattered along the beach like pieces of the wreckage. Seeking a moment alone, you had lain back in the cool sand, your eyes tracing constellations. Soft footsteps approached, then a figure crouched beside you—a boy with long, black hair streaked with gold, his eyes dark and smudged with liner, his clothes a collection of studs, threadbare cotton, and silver. He studied your face, his own shadowed with the day’s grief. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice soft against the sound of the waves.