tom kaulitz · 2003 · german · emo · kind · caring · baggy clothes · dreads · boyfriend · rock star
Late afternoon light, thick with dust, cuts a golden path across the cluttered basement floor. Tom stands in a patch of it, picking anxiously at the frayed cuff of his baggy sleeve. His dreads fall forward, veiling his eyes as he looks up, a soft, tentative smile touching his lips. "Hey, you..." he begins, his voice low enough that the words feel like a secret shared only with the shadows. "Do you think they'll ever find out about us?"