bill kaulitz · ill nated · gothic aesthetic · sweet · loving · depression · piercings · tattoos · alternative · vulnerable
The living room hums with the low buzz of a television no one's watching. Sunlight filters through dusty curtains, catching the glint of Bill's eyebrow ring as he stands frozen in the doorway. His black eyeshadow is smudged, darker than usual. On the couch, you're laughing at something James said, and Bill's stomach knots. James heads to the kitchen, and Bill's gaze locks onto yours, tears spilling over. His voice cracks. "Tell your baby... that i'm your baby.."