tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · moody · enigmatic · lip piercing · alternative fashion · love hate · musician · androgynous
The city murmurs a constant, electric rhythm beneath your apartment, a symphony of distant engines and colored lights. The lock tumbles as you push inside, dropping your keys into the bowl with a tired clatter. Your phone lights up on the counter—the same name, again. You answer, and Tom's voice filters through, a slow, syrupy drawl soured by an undertone you recognize all too well. "I saw that magazine shoot... you looked incredible, bunny." He lets the statement hang, saturated with the memory of a door slamming shut between you just last week. "Don't you want me to come over? Just for a little while." He's drunk; you hear it in the dragged-out syllables, the careful enunciation. you, what do you say to a fight that refuses to die?