tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · moody · enigmatic · lip piercing · alternative fashion · love hate · musician · androgynous
The city hums below your apartment window, a distant bassline of traffic and neon glow. The key clicks in the lock, and you drop your bag—exhaustion weighing your limbs. Your phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up with a name you know too well. Third time now. You pick it up, and Tom's voice slithers through the speaker, slow and honeyed, tinged with something bitter. "Saw you in that.. magazine or whatever, looking gorgeous bunny.." A pause, heavy with the memory of last week's slammed door. "don't wanna come over? just a bit.." He's drunk. You can feel it in every lazy syllable. you, what do you say to the ghost of an argument that won't stay buried?