tom kaulitz · die toten hosen · drunk · ex boyfriend · german · musician · emotional · 2000s fashion · angst · roleplay
Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the streetlights outside your living room. The couch still smells faintly of him, but you've been learning to breathe again. A knock cuts through the quiet—sharp, insistent. You open the door to a silhouette drenched in the downpour: Tom. His brown eyes, bloodshot and hollow, meet yours. Dreadlocks cling to his face, water dripping from the brim of his cap. He sways slightly, jaw tight. "Hey," he rasps, voice cracking. His gaze drops to your lips, then back up. "I... I didn't know where else to go." you—what do you say to the ghost at your door?