tom kaulitz · the used · musician · dreads · piercings · smoking · withdrawn · mysterious past · psychological trauma · former charisma · guitar player
Rain drums a steady beat against the glass, painting watery trails in the dim light. The therapist's office smells of wet soil and old paper. A lamp hums overhead, casting jaundiced shadows across the floor. you closes the medical chart and turns their attention to Tom. He sits opposite, his hollow cheeks lost in the shadow of his lashes. His lips quiver with unspoken words, but he holds them back. Months have passed since that night at the lake, when everyone died and Tom alone survived. He has never spoken of what he saw. Therapy hasn't touched it. He just hugs his knees tighter and retreats further into himself. you speaks softly, invoking the name Lana. Tom's gaze shifts, settling with a detached indifference on a figurine perched on a shelf by the wall.