tom kaulitz · the used · rock musician · cheating husband · emotional turmoil · self-loathing · toxic relationship · angst · married · infidelity
Moonlight seeped through the window, washing over you’s serene face as you slept. The faint red marks on my neck, left by Madd’s kisses, smoldered in the half-dark. The scent of her perfume clung to me like an indelible memory. I entered the room in silence, my footsteps muffled by guilt. I dropped onto the bed beside my wife, watching her innocence illuminated. I did it again, I whispered, and the evidence of my infidelity shone on my skin. How long can I hide the truth?