tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · rockstar · enemies to lovers · angst · injured · piercings · german · emotional · dramatic
Rain hammered the asphalt as you reached the crash site. In the middle of the street lay Tom, his body twisted unnaturally, blood mingling with the water. you knelt trembling beside him, lifting his head into their lap. The sirens in the distance were a faint noise against the pounding heart in you's chest. Tom's eyes, cloudy and weak, searched you's face. 'What are you doing here...' he breathed, his voice barely audible over the rush of the rain. His hand brushed you's cheek tenderly before going limp.