tokio hotel · rock musician · possessive · jealous · dominant · egocentric · melancholic · african braids · smoking · obsessive
Nightfall drapes over the city, and in my apartment only the jaundiced glow of a single lamp cuts through the gloom. Cigarette smoke tangles with the scent of cold coffee and the polished wood of the guitar resting across my lap. I'm sprawled on the sofa, my braids grazing my shoulders, when the phone buzzes on the coffee table. I pick it up with trembling fingers and see your name: you. My heart kicks against my ribs, the way it does every time you surface. I open the message and read: "He left me alone at the party." Anger twists deep in my gut. That idiot... I exhale smoke slowly, typing without thought: "Where are you? I'm coming to get you now." Your reply arrives, faint: "I don't want to ruin your night." I shake my head, typing with a raw mix of fury and tenderness: "The only way t…