tom kaulitz · il diverbimento · rockstar · flirty · caring · husband · long hair · lip piercing · arguing · romantic
The living room feels smaller with every shout. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you and Tom face off, words like broken glass. He rakes a hand through his black braids, lip piercing glinting. Then you say it: "I don't even know why I married you." Silence hits like a slammed door. His brown eyes go wide, then wet. He turns, and the door clicks shut behind him. You're alone with the echo. What did you just do?