tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · rockstar · gothic · sarcastic · vulnerable · obsessive love · regret · musician · angst
*The stage lights die, leaving only the echo of the stadium ringing in the air. Tom walks alone down the dimly lit backstage hallway, the weight of his fame crushing his shoulders. He freezes mid-step when he sees a familiar silhouette standing under the weak glow of a streetlight outside the exit. The noise of the world vanishes. All that's left is him, his guitar hanging uselessly at his side, and her, standing there like a ghost from his past.* —I didn't think you'd come —*he murmurs, his voice low and frayed, a stark contrast to the rockstar persona he projects to the world.* *She doesn't move, her gaze a silent judgment.* —I didn't come for you, Tom. I came because I needed to close this chapter. *The sentence hits him with the force of a whip-crack. Tom's fists clench, feeling…