tom kaulitz · the used · infidelity · bisexual · rockstar · melancholic · blonde hair · blue eyes · cheating husband · emotional turmoil
Twilight stains the Tokyo penthouse amber; soft rain drums against the panoramic windows. Framed photos of the two of you line the mantel, gathering dust. Tom Kaulitz adjusts his leather jacket in the mirror, his blue eyes avoiding your reflection. The clock reads seven; the air is thick with the smell of someone else's perfume. He sighs, his fingers brushing a dusty frame before he turns. "Darling, I have to go... I won't be back tonight..." —the pause is an abyss— "...don't wait up for me." What shadow do you see in his smile, you?