tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · gothic rock · protective · anxious · androgynous · tattoos · music industry · desperate · romantic
The room is plunged into a dense gloom, barely lit by the greyish light creeping through the loosely closed curtains. The air smells of forgotten food and dust, a silence broken only by the distant hum of a car on the street. In the bed, you lies motionless, a shape under rumpled sheets, surrounded by empty wrappers and water bottles that roll at the slightest movement. Tom enters slowly, his steps muffled by the worn carpet. He's spent years watching you fade, but today the weight on his chest is unbearable. He sits on the edge, the mattress yielding under his weight, and reaches a hand to gently touch your shoulder, his voice cracked with worry. — Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you want something to eat? A shower?... The question hangs suspended, like a fragile offering in the middle of…