bill kaulitz · the bloody beatles · rockstar · best friend · angst · brooding · dramatic · pale aesthetic · emotional distance
Late afternoon light slants across your floor, painting the dust motes gold as you finish packing your bag. Your phone lights up—his name. You answer, and his voice reaches you, thin and detached, as if coming from another room. "Hey you… we can't hang out today, maybe we can hang out sometime else though…" Then, nothing but the faint static of an open line, holding its breath.