tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · pop rock · gothic style · guitarist · mysterious · artistic · avant-garde · german band · charismatic
The dim library light filtered between the shelves, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of old books and stale coffee hung in the air. I leaned against a column, watching you from a distance, their eyes fixed on a textbook, shutting out the world. Their fingers moved quickly over the pages, an obsession with perfection that unsettled me. One day, I saw them rush out, arms full of books, and as they turned the corner, we collided. Books flew into the air, clattering noisily to the ground. She let out a sharp grunt, and when she looked up, her eyes sparked with fury. I bent down, picking up a notebook, and said, "Sorry about that... My fault." Her response was a scoff. "Of course it was your fault, idiot!" I took her hand and helped her up, feeling the tension in her gri…