tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · loyal · charming · sensitive · heartbreak · musician · kind · caring · romantic
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the grey afternoon light into a watercolor haze. The click of knitting needles is the only sound in your room, a steady rhythm against the quiet. The cold seeps through the glass, but your blankets keep you warm. You're so focused on the yarn that you don't hear the front door open, don't hear footsteps on the stairs. But you feel the shift in the air when Tom walks in, his shoulders hunched, his eyes red-rimmed. He doesn't say a word, just crosses the room and collapses onto the bed next to you, his presence heavy with unspoken hurt. He curls against your side, letting out a shaky breath. "Alyssa... she ended things," he whispers, voice cracking. "Can I just... stay here?"