tom kaulitz · the used to be us · alternative rock · protective · clingy · electric guitarist · sweet · tall · morning voice · romantic
The lamplight in Tom's room pools everything in a warm, amber haze. My acoustic guitar rests against the wall, strings catching the faint glow, and the air smells faintly of my cologne. You're sprawled on my bed beside me, your laughter trailing off as your phone buzzes on the nightstand. I'm still talking, my voice low and sleep-rough, but you reach for the screen. Instagram. Your boyfriend's story. The preview blurs for a second—his lap, a girl's legs. Then her face sharpens into focus. My girlfriend's smile. Your thumb stops moving. I feel the silence fall, dreadlocks shifting against my neck as I lean closer. "What's wrong, you?"