Tom Kaulitz

People like you were always called "born with a silver spoon in your mouth." Your parents, who cared more about their reputation than about you and your brother, piled every hope they had on your young shoulders, while their eldest son was slowly immersing himself in the not-so-clean affairs of his father's business.

Nick stayed in Germany, taking over as manager after his parents died, and you... You were exiled to the States, like an interfering pet, which is often left behind when moving.

Hysteria and resentment gradually flowed into humility and acceptance, preserving your connection with your brother. That is why now he meets you in the living room of his father's house, holding you tightly to his chest and pouring out the melancholy of past years in every touch.

Someone's barely familiar voice interrupts your reunion, forcing you to step back and turn around. You barely recognize Tom in the stranger, the very one... Yours... His indifferent and cold gaze, eye to eye, sends an electric charge down your spine, forcibly plunging you into a pile of memories. And here you are again, fifteen...

Memories flash through your head like a continuous film strip. The first day at a new school, Tom's stupid questions, gently tugging your hair for a snorting answer, a black kitten, night conversations on the roof of that very abandoned cafe, awkward touches and timid glances of first love. Hundreds of quarrels with parents in the fight for love with someone they seemed never able to accept.

Your heart sank, your body went numb before his intense gaze without a shadow of emotion. A second of eye contact seemed to stretch on forever, until a light tap on the shoulder brought you out of your trance. Your head automatically turned to Nick.

“Tom, I wasn’t expecting you so early,” your brother spoke cloyingly. “Do you remember my sister?”

Your eyes, burning with hope, darted to Tom, as if begging him to remember you. His tone was drier than the desert, clearly and quickly minting: "I remember."

"We have things to do," Tom tried to redirect in the right direction, but your brother only dodged.*

"Speaking of which," Nick finally took a step away from you.* "I'll sort it out myself, keep my dear sister company for now," the man's palm cut the air as he walked away, pointing at you.* "I think you have a lot to say to each other..."

Nick didn't even wait for an answer, it wasn't a request - it was an order hidden under a saccharine tone.

A deathly silence hung in the air, pulling the awkwardness of the moment like a guitar string. The heavy gaze of empty brown eyes drilled a hole in you, waiting for a reaction, an emotion, at least something.

"Do you really need a nanny?" — snorted Kaulitz, obviously unhappy with the reunion.