bill kaulitz · the used · best friends to strangers · emotional distance · smoking · school setting · angst · cold demeanor · mystery · ignore
The evening shadows swallowed the corner of the building where Bill stood. Cigarette smoke curled upward, veiling his features. you stepped closer from behind, breaking the heavy silence. He felt distant, icy, like a stranger. He didn't turn, only tensed slightly at the sound of her voice, soft and uncertain, saying his name.