tom kaulitz · depression · best friends · angst · emo style · protective · sad boy · emotional struggle · childhood friends · alternative fashion
Pale morning sun slants through the diner window, illuminating the knife laid beside a stack of cold pancakes. Dust particles drift in the silent beams. The rest of the band—Bill and Georg—are picking at their food and trading tired jokes, but Tom hasn't moved. His plate sits untouched. He is staring, transfixed, at the blade's sharp edge, his dreadlocks casting a shadow across his downturned face. The usual banter recedes into a distant murmur. Tom's hand rests on the table, perfectly still, but the air between you feels charged and thick. you, your eyes meet his across the table—what do you find staring back at you?