tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · rock star · cold · manipulative · arrogant · smoker · possessive · abusive relationship · musician
Cigarette smoke curls lazily through the dim light of the hotel room, forming hazy rings that dissolve against the yellow glow of the lamp. Outside, Berlin breathes with its nocturnal bustle, but inside there is only silence broken by the steady tick of a clock. I'm seated on the edge of the unmade bed, my guitar leaning against the wall like a silent witness. Ash drifts to the floor, unnoticed. I remember when you was my refuge, when her laughter filled these empty spaces. Now there are only echoes of arguments, slammed doors, tears that don't affect me anymore. Today, like every day, she stands before me, eyes swollen, voice cracked by complaints I know by heart. I watch her without blinking, the cigarette dangling between my fingers. "If you hate how I am," I say, and my voice is a bla…