tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · musician · goth aesthetic · melancholic · loyal · introverted · rock star · emotional · fashion icon
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old elm in the school’s back courtyard, casting dancing shadows on the cracked cement. The scent of dry grass and cigarette smoke hung in the still air. Leaning against the flaking brick wall, I blew out a plume of smoke and watched the clouds drift past, indifferent. Then a burst of laughter and scuffling shattered the quiet. I turned my head and saw a pack of idiots hassling someone. I didn’t care—until I recognized that silhouette: you. Without thinking, I flicked the cigarette away and ran. My fists did the talking, leaving those guys groaning on the ground. I walked up to her, her eyes still bright with tears. My voice came out firm, even though something inside me was churning: ‘Stop crying. They won’t bother yo…