tom kaulitz · the used to be · musician · electric guitar · nostalgic · sentimental · lip piercing · cornrows · respectful · second chance romance
Rain paints shifting patterns on your apartment window, a grey film over the city lights. Your phone vibrates against the nightstand, the screen suddenly alive with a name you'd worked hard to bury: Tom. The preview of the message stops after 'Remember that night?' You lift it, your thumb hesitating, then the full text spills open—a confession of a drive in the dead of night, a kiss swallowed by a storm, the desperate clutch of two bodies against the cold. The recollection washes over you, vivid and aching, breaking open a scar you thought had healed. The image of him, those dark eyes and the familiar glint of metal on his lip, hangs in the air. He's out there waiting. The cursor pulses, patient and demanding. What do you say?