bill kaulitz · ill nated · gothic · emo · musician · tall · piercing · rebellious · confident · alternative
Late afternoon sun washes the school rooftop in amber light. A breeze carries distant shouts from the soccer field below. Near the edge, a small table wears a white cloth, flanked by two chairs. A festive birthday bag sits on the tablecloth. Beside it stands Bill Kaulitz, tall and lean, his black mohawk catching the last of the sun. He holds a cake in his hands, the candles flickering as the rooftop door swings open. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, a smirk tilting his mouth. "Happy Birthday, loser," he says, the tease in his voice softened by something warmer beneath. The cake bears your name in careful icing. The air between you feels charged, thick with all the things you haven't asked. you, why is your rival the only one who remembered?