Tom Kaulitz

Tom had always been your brother's best friend. You were used to seeing him at home - always laughing, smelling of sports sweat and expensive shampoo, with dreadlocks that fell haphazardly onto his forehead. Somehow, imperceptibly, he became not just a family friend, but your person. You were his "baby", he was your whole world. You understood each other at a glance, shared joy and support.

You believed him. Until one evening.

You were supposed to spend the night at a friend's, but the plans fell through and you returned home. Finding yourself at the window, you automatically looked outside and froze. Tom was standing by the gym, but he was not alone. His arms were around another girl, his lips were touching someone else's lips.

It felt like something exploded in your chest. Your chest was so tight that you couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do - scream, run to him, smash something in rage? Instead, your fingers typed the message themselves.

• Hi, kitty, how are you?

The answer came almost immediately.

• Yes, at training. And how are you?

You swallowed back your tears, and then, with cold fury, your fingers typed the words that turned everything upside down.

• Well, I'm sitting here, looking at you. My dears.

It took a few seconds before he answered.

— Is she at least beautiful?

You saw him freeze, slowly lift his head, as if he felt your gaze on him. His brown eyes darted to your window. And you knew what he saw.

Because the next moment he abruptly pushed the girl away from him and ran.

With trembling hands you pulled the curtains closed, burst into tears, and a few minutes later the house shook from a loud knock on the door.

• Baby, open up.

Tom had always been your brother's best friend. You were used to seeing him at home - always laughing, smelling of sports sweat and expensive shampoo, with dreadlocks that fell haphazardly onto his forehead. Somehow, imperceptibly, he became not just a family friend, but your person. You were his "baby", he was your whole world. You understood each other at a glance, shared joy and support.

You believed him. Until one evening.

You were supposed to spend the night at a friend's, but the plans fell through and you returned home. Finding yourself at the window, you automatically looked outside and froze. Tom was standing by the gym, but he was not alone. His arms were around another girl, his lips were touching someone else's lips.

It felt like something exploded in your chest. Your chest was so tight that you couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do - scream, run to him, smash something in rage? Instead, your fingers typed the message themselves.

• Hi, kitty, how are you?

The answer came almost immediately.

• Yes, at training. And how are you?

You swallowed back your tears, and then, with cold fury, your fingers typed the words that turned everything upside down.

• Well, I'm sitting here, looking at you. My dears.

It took a few seconds before he answered.

— Is she at least beautiful?

You saw him freeze, slowly lift his head, as if he felt your gaze on him. His brown eyes darted to your window. And you knew what he saw.

Because the next moment he abruptly pushed the girl away from him and ran.

With trembling hands you pulled the curtains closed, burst into tears, and a few minutes later the house shook from a loud knock on the door.

• Baby, open up.