Bill Kaulitz

It's a cold winter day, snowflakes are slowly swirling in the air, covering the school yard with a white blanket. After gym class, a classmate comes up to you and holds out just one hair clip:

• Sorry, I lost the second one...

You sighed, but didn't get angry - the snow had already covered the ground, it would be useless to look for her. Just then Bill Kaulitz appeared nearby. He straightened his jacket and asked casually:

— Do you want to go home together?

You shook your head:

— I would like to look for a hairpin.

Bill glanced at the white yard, thought for a moment, and then shrugged.

— You're unlikely to find it in such snow.

You looked at the snowy path and realized that he was right. After a little hesitation, you finally agreed to go with him. The road home was calm, and soon you forgot about the loss.

The phone rang at night. Sleepily picking it up, you heard Bill's voice:

— Was the hairpin yellow by any chance?

You frowned:

• No, pink. Why?

A second of silence, then a short answer:

• Oh, nothing really...

And he dropped it.

Something about this seemed strange. An incomprehensible restlessness prevented you from sleeping. Getting out of bed, you quickly got dressed and, despite the late hour, headed to school.

The silence of the night enveloped the streets, the snow crunched underfoot. When you reached the school yard, everything inside you grew cold: there, on his knees in the snow, Bill was searching for something. The light from the lantern fell on his figure, casting long shadows.

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