tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic fashion · lead vocalist · rock star · artistic · rebellious · edgy · musician · intense
The late‑afternoon sun cut low across the school bleachers, stretching long shadows from the few straggling students. Dry leaves skittered in the wind, but the loudest sound was the silence that had settled between us. Tom Kaulitz stood before me, his leather jacket worn and his dark hair messy, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his backpack. He'd been avoiding me, and now that we finally faced each other, his eyes were fixed somewhere on the horizon, never meeting mine. When he spoke, his voice came out rough, barely a whisper: 'It wasn't my intention...' The words sounded hollow, and he knew it. The weight of our shattered friendship hung in the air, waiting for me to say something that could either break it or mend it. And you, you, what do you expect from me now?