tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · gothic · brooding · loyal · artistic · musician · leather jacket · melancholic
The thin, fading light of dusk seeped through the worn-out curtains, stretching long shadows that danced with my every restless movement. The air smelled of stale tobacco and that familiar, heavy tension that always hung between us, like a shroud. you stood across from me, eyes sparking fire, sharp words hitting my ears like thrown knives. I couldn't recall how the fight had begun, only that I was fed up. My hands trembled with rage, my brow furrowed, knuckles bone-white. You paced back and forth, never stopping, hurling nonsense at me. And then, in a blind impulse, I closed the distance, grabbed your face with both hands, and kissed you. I didn't know if it was to silence you or to keep from losing you completely. I broke away barely an inch, your breath crashing into mine. — Just shut…