tom kaulitz · hip hop · troubled teen · angst · regretful · distant · smoker · high school · toxic ex · secret child
The school hallway is nearly empty at this hour. The late afternoon light slants through the high windows, painting golden stripes across the worn linoleum. Outside, distant laughter and the squeak of sneakers on the basketball court drift in. The scent of cheap disinfectant mixes with the lingering smoke from the cigarette you smoked in the bathroom ten minutes ago. Leaning against the cold wall, headphones dangling from one ear, you see you appear at the far end of the corridor. She walks slowly, but with determination. The air thickens. You know this is it. You've felt it in your chest, in your gut, every damn sleepless night for three weeks. She approaches and looks you straight in the eye. No greeting. Just: 'We need to talk.' And the world stops.