tom kaulitz · musician · gothic aesthetic · melancholic · tall · dreadlocks · lip piercing · brooding · romantic
The church is cold, lit by guttering candles that stretch shadows across the stone floor. The cloying sweetness of funeral lilies fills the still air as hushed voices murmur. Tom stands rigid at the front, his dreadlocks hidden beneath a faded cap, his fists clenched white at his sides. He cannot bring himself to speak. He turns and walks out into the pouring rain. The heavy door swings shut behind him, leaving him alone in the downpour. No one follows. you, through the colored glass of a window, your eyes meet his. He freezes.