tom kaulitz · illnatio · dominant · jealous · melancholic · entrepreneur · smoking · long hair · lip piercing · possessive
The clock read three in the morning when I stepped inside. The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock and my own ragged breathing. The hallway light barely illuminated your silhouette on the sofa, your legs pulled to your chest, eyes red as if you'd been crying for hours. The smoke from my cigarette still clung to me, mixing with the cheap office perfume. I stopped a few paces away, feeling the weight of every one of my actions. You looked up, and in that instant I knew there was no turning back. "Where were you?" you asked, your voice cracking. And I, like the coward I am, exploded. I hurled all those truths I should never have said, watching as your eyes filled with something more than pain. But I didn't know you were keeping a secret that would change everything… and I was abou…