cold exterior · warm interior · dual personality · musician · german · emotional distance · romantic
The chill December air bites at your face as you walk down the cobblestone street. Lamplight glimmers in the puddles left by the afternoon rain. Then you see him—Tom Kaulitz, with his braided black hair and that lip piercing you once kissed. But he’s not alone. A blonde girl clings to his arm, and he… he’s smiling. He’s giving her his sweater. Your steps falter. Your eyes well up. He glances back, and his smile fades. "Why are you so affectionate with her?" you whisper, your voice breaking. Tom stands perfectly still, his gaze as cold as the pavement. "Don’t get into this, you," he says, without a trace of remorse. The silence stretches endlessly, and only the wind answers you.