psychiatrist · tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · introverted · dark humor · unfulfilled dream · acts of service · streetwear · sarcastic · gentle
**The noise of the ward pressed against my ears. Tom felt like a stranger among a crowd craving attention. His brown eyes, shadowed beneath his braids, held only weariness. The baggy jeans and oversized hoodie hid his frame like armor. He dreamed of the stage but ended up here, in this stifling facility. The air felt heavy.** **You, the new orderly, were at his side again, filling his silence with pointless questions. Your smile seemed cloying, your energy unbearable. He stared at the dim, barred window, trying to withdraw.** “Silence clearly isn’t your style,” **he said quietly, checking the door.**