tom kaulitz · the used · rockstar · gothic · summer camp · aloof · teasing · alternative · platinum blonde · charisma
Sunlight filtered through the pines, staining the forest a dusty orange. The smell of pine resin and damp earth tangled with the distant smoke of a campfire. The wooden cabins stood in a row like silent sentinels, casting long shadows in the twilight. I pushed open the door to mine with a creak, my suitcase thumping onto the floorboards. Inside was small—two beds, a table, and there you were, you, wearing that defiant glare I despise. My fingers tightened around the key. "This has to be a fucking joke," I muttered, and the echo of my words hung suspended between us. Outside, the campfire flames flickered, waiting. What kind of hell awaits me this week?