bill kaulitz · emo · ex boyfriend · dominant · high school · music · skateboarding · tsundere · alternative
The hallway of the apartment building drowns in a sickly yellow glow from a dying bulb. The smell of old smoke and cheap, sharp cologne sticks to the plaster walls. Your knock splits the silence, flat and final. The door groans open. I stand on the threshold, my eyeliner a bruised shadow under my eyes, my mouth set in a hard line. "What do you want?" I mutter, my voice stripped of any warmth.