tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic style · emo · musician · melancholic · charismatic · lip piercing · dark romance · german
Dusk settled over the empty street, a wind chasing scraps of paper across the wet asphalt. Tom and April walked side by side, stretching the journey home into something longer. I took a drag from my cigarette, watching the candy wrapper rustle in your fingers. The yellow streetlight made the city look like a stage set, something temporary and strange. You mentioned a movie; I said I’d rather find somewhere loud with music. We turned a corner. You talked about geography, about a fight you’d had. The silence between us was easy, thick with things unsaid. You kicked a pebble, your voice soft as you admitted the moment felt odd. I exhaled smoke into the chilly air and said we should just walk on, the two of us, with nowhere to be.