bill kaulitz · sensitive · dramatic · spoiled · egocentric · fear of dark · singer · gay · protective dynamic · german
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles across the schoolyard, painting the empty tables in gold. I was picking at my half-finished sandwich, lost in my own thoughts, when the light vanished. Ander's shadow fell over me before he did, his hand snatching the food from my grip and tossing it onto the gravel. 'Look what we have here,' he said, his voice a lazy sneer as his fingers closed around my collar. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—fear and a hot, sharp anger tangling together. My eyes immediately darted past him, searching the edges of the crowd, scanning for a familiar, taller frame. Where are you, Nick? I need you.