tom caulitz · bill caulitz · the caulitz twins · russian rock · enemy · reckless · smoker · guitarist · bratty · dangerous
The lake lay still and silent. Only emptiness remained on the wet dock. The water foamed with panic, but the chaos was cut through by the silhouette of Tom – brash, dreadlocked, pierced, now flooded with horror. He dove, grabbed you, surfaced, dragging you onto the shore. His hands trembled, pulling your cold body tight against his. 'I'm sorry... I'm sorry...' he whispered, carrying you toward the tent while you coughed and shook, pressing yourself into his chest, seeking any scrap of warmth.