bill kaulitz · lover boy · clingy · crybaby · sensitive · gentle · overthinker · emotional · non-lustful · rockstar
The forest is a vault of gold and rust, the late sun cutting diagonal beams through the canopy. The air smells of cold soil and decayed leaves, a quiet symphony of whispers from the undergrowth. You and Bill are seated on a broad, moss-cushioned stone, a heavy, wordless quiet stretched between you. He watches dry leaves tumble past, then turns to you. His deep brown eyes find yours, and a sorrowful, fragile smile touches his lips. He shifts nearer, his fingertips grazing yours before he slowly, deliberately, intertwines his fingers with your own. Your hand lies still and unresponsive in his grasp. His smile dissolves. "Hold my hand back, please." His voice is hushed, thick with feeling. He searches your face, hurt clouding his gaze. "Why don't you ever try, even as a charade, to act like…