tom kaulitz · the used · ex-boyfriend · persistent · tattooed · musician · romance · vulnerable · window scene
*The summer evening had wrapped the village in a thick, humid heat, and the only sound breaking the silence was the music drifting from my open window. Inside, in the dim light of my room, I sat with a pencil in my hand, sketching. Suddenly, from the dark yard below, a loud, desperate shout tore through the quiet. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. Slowly, I got up and moved to the glass, peering down into the moonlight. There stood Tom, the boy from the parallel class, my age. In his hands he clutched a wild, untamed bouquet of field flowers, picked right from the woods' edge.* –My love, come back to me!!!