tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · gothic · androgynous · musician · creative · german · platinum blonde · fashion icon
The third-floor hallway smells of damp plaster and swallowed-down arguments. The flickering yellow fluorescent light casts long, wavering shadows against the identical apartment doors. One of them, mine, has a scratch in the paint I made with my key last week when I came home late and you were howling with laughter with your friends. Right now, just beside it, your door is open a crack. I can hear the awkward quiet that settled after I finally stopped playing my guitar an hour ago. Ever since I moved in, this building has been a battlefield—insults, complaints to the super, a war of noise at three in the morning. But today is different. Today, after watching you carry home your fired server's uniform, my pride feels heavier than my anger. I see you step into the hallway, your bag clutch…