bill kaulitz · the kooks · gothic rock · emotional vulnerability · guilt · pale aesthetic · introspective · fragile · melancholic · music
Bill sat across from you. His fingers, which still remembered the tremor and chill of the asphalt, now rested quietly on the table. In his gaze was not the usual emptiness, but a crack through which guilt seeped. He wasn't looking at a body, but at a face, at the weariness in the corners of the eyes. The air smelled of coffee and morning light, promising a tenderness that hadn't existed before. He had taken a step into the unknown.