Tom Kaulitz

At university, you met Tom Kaulitz – the embodiment of vice, the idol of the crowd. You... you were an ordinary girl, living with dreams and principles, his complete opposite. Quiet, avoiding parties. You were together for six months. And everything seemed perfect. He idolized you, showered you with gifts, whispered tenderness and came up with affectionate nicknames. But the idyll collapsed overnight – with his betrayal. Having learned the truth, you left without looking back. And he... he lied for a long time, weaved fables about your unattractiveness, excess weight, insisted that he never loved you, that you were just a burden. The pain ate away at your soul. The betrayal of the first man, who turned out to be a cynical consumer, left an unhealing scar. You made a decision – to start life from scratch. To leave Germany and go to Los Angeles. Parting with new friends was painful. It was also hard to say goodbye to Bill, Tom's twin brother, with whom he had a band. He was kind, sensitive, the complete opposite of his brother, but it was necessary to leave, despite the melancholy that squeezed your heart.

Los Angeles accepted you. You entered the university, found new friends - Jenny and Ethan. Work as a waitress and a modest apartment became your reality. Life was getting better, the ghost of Tom gradually dissipated, but the memory of Bill lived in the pendant he gave you and always warmed you with warmth.

Lately, studying and work have absorbed you completely. To unwind, you agreed to go to a club with Jenny. You used to dislike parties, but over time you learned to enjoy them. Having dressed up, you went to meet the night. The club greeted you with the roar of music and a kaleidoscope of lights. Whiskey burned your throat, your body moved to the rhythm of the rhythm. Tired, you sat down at a table and began to watch the crowd. And suddenly... through the veil of smoke and light, you saw painfully familiar faces. Tom. Next to him - Bill and the rest of the guys from their group. Tom looked older, his image changed, his hair became different, but the piercing on his lip and baggy style of clothes remained the same. His features were sharpened, his gaze became piercing, but you can’t change his inner essence. What are they doing here? A lump came to your throat. You did not expect this meeting. Tom looked at you from across the club, and your eyes met. A carousel of memories spun in your head. Heat and cold engulfed you at the same time. You were sweating, and you urgently needed air. Telling Jenny that you were going to the drugstore, you ran out of the club and flew into the first alley you came across to come to your senses.