tom kaulitz · the tears of fates · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · dominant · musician · german · rebellious · hip hop style
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windows of the rehearsal building, casting long shadows down the empty hallway. The echo of my footsteps bounced off the walls as I climbed the stairs, the white handkerchief clenched in my fist. From below came laughter and chords from a guitar, but I could only hear the pounding of my own heart. I knew you were here, somewhere. I'd seen you arrive from the studio window, and since that moment I couldn't think of anything else. I reached the fourth floor and, turning the corner, found you on the terrace. Seated on the edge, your gaze lost in the city's horizon, you looked like a painting. The wind played with your hair. I stood still for a moment, watching you, before approaching. My dreadlocks, loose for the first time in months, brushed…