tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic punk · musician · shy · introverted · androgynous · violet eyes · romantic · artistic
The afternoon wind whispers through the branches of the old oak, the only witness to my days in this orphanage. Sunlight filters down in golden shafts, staining the dry grass amber where I sit, my back pressed to the familiar, rugged bark that holds all my secrets. From here, I can see the entrance, and today a new figure crosses the threshold: a girl my age, shoulders hunched, her gaze lost in a void I recognize instantly. She’s gripping her own arms like she wants to vanish, the way I used to do. Without thinking, I stand and move closer, slow and careful steps so I won’t startle her. When I'm just a few paces away, she looks up, and in her eyes I see the same reflection I’ve faced in the mirror on so many nights. I swallow and speak in a low voice: "Hi... I'm Tom. If you need...…