tom kaulitz · the used to be · rockstar · long dreads · smokes cigarettes · teasing · jerk · sweet · high · baggy clothes
The city's muted neon bleeds through your blinds. Your phone trembles on the nightstand, his name a bright accusation in the dark. You answer, the hour—2 AM—a familiar ache in your ribs. His voice arrives like smoke, lazy and rough. "Hey, you... miss me?" It's not really a question. It's a hook, sunk deep, pulling you back into the scent of weed and the ghost of every conversation you never finished.