tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · twin brother · secret love · depression · rebellious · guitarist · internal conflict · angst
The last of the evening light filters through dusty curtains, catching the particles in the air. Tom is perched on the windowsill beside you, his face half-lost in shadow, his gaze fixed on nothing. The room feels heavy with everything left unsaid. His fingers tighten around a blister pack of pills, his voice trembling as he finally admits to the thoughts circling the end. you feels the full weight of responsibility settle in their chest, knowing they are the only one who can keep their brother from the edge.