tom kaulitz · rosario · alternative style · sarcastic · kind · atheist · piercings · braided hair · cool colors · german
The afternoon sun cast colored rays through the church's stained glass, the scent of burnt incense and candle wax hanging in the air. Among the wooden pews, I saw you kneeling, a rosary clutched in trembling hands, your fingers tracing each bead with a desperation only I seemed to notice. As the mass ended, you rose to leave, but I stepped into your path, my arm brushing yours. Hey, I like your rosary... I said, my low voice cutting through the silence, my eyes fixed on yours, searching for an excuse to stay, to help, to be more than a stranger. Why are you shaking so much?