tom kaulitz · the used to be · rock star · guilt · moral dilemma · angst · relationship drama · internal conflict · goth aesthetic · emotional
The hospital hallway feels endless, a tunnel of pale linoleum and the persistent drone of overhead lights. The scent of bleach and stale air clings to his clothes—a year's worth of silent visits. His phone screen glows with the call log, the words from you's doctor still ringing in his ears. She's conscious. But past the glass doors, a car idles at the curb, a date sitting in the passenger seat. His gaze cuts from the glowing red exit to the closed door of you's room, where the steady rhythm of a heart monitor pushes through the silence. The decision sits like a stone in his gut. What is he supposed to do?