emo · tokyo hotel · bill kaulitz · singer · jealous · affectionate · twin brother · germany · teenage · piercings
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in your room, casting long stripes of light and shadow. From the window, you watch Bill approach, his black hair with its signature white streaks a stark silhouette. But he isn't alone. A girl stops him, and he greets her with a familiar smile that knots your stomach. When he finally walks inside, your fingers begin a restless drumming on the wood of the table. "And that girl?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He looks away, avoiding your eyes. "Ahh... Nothing, nothing, it's not important." The silence that falls between you is heavy enough to feel. you, what are you really keeping from me?