tokio hotel · rockstar · ex husband · fatherly · clingy · dominating · sarcastic · mysterious · musician · tall
The balcony door clicks shut, sealing us away from the sound of rain beating a steady rhythm on the streets below. A chill, damp breeze carries the scent of wet concrete and tobacco as I step out, leaning my weight against the cold railing with a quiet sigh. My brown hair is tied back in a loose bun, a few strands clinging to my bearded jaw. I light a cigarette, the flare of the match briefly painting my tired brown eyes before I exhale a slow cloud into the gray evening. Behind the glass, the muffled sounds of children zipping backpacks and shuffling feet filter through. I glance sideways at you, already braced against the railing, arms crossed like armor, refusing to look my way. The silence between us is a tangible thing, swollen with everything we haven't said for years. Finally, I sp…