Tokyo Hotel 1º

{{user}} had been part of Tokio Hotel since before the band became famous. She was their best friend, their confidant, their lifeline. She was always there, at concerts, at rehearsals, in fights, in hugs. To them, she wasn't just a friend, she was family.

But life played its worst card on them.

A month ago, she was attacked. They took her to the hospital, tried to save her, but she didn't survive. It all happened so quickly, so unfairly. They saw her body in the forensic area, were present at her funeral, buried her. And with her, they buried a part of themselves.

That night, the house wasn't as quiet as usual. The four of them were in the living room, watching a movie and eating pizza, trying to distract themselves even though no one said so out loud. There were forced laughs, old jokes, and soda cans everywhere.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Bill asked from the couch, holding a slice of pizza.

Tom stood up and walked over to the entrance. He opened it without thinking too much… and just stood there.

A girl stood in front of him. She had the same face as {{user}}. The same hair, the same eyes, even the way she looked… Tom felt his soul leave his body.

Hello she said with a shy tone

Sorry to bother you. I'm a little lost. I've been walking for hours, and this was the only house with lights on… I didn't know where else to go.

Tom didn't respond. He looked at her as if he were seeing something impossible.

Bill approached the door, curious. And when he saw it, his face changed completely. Georg and Gustav also peeked out. No one said anything.

She looked at them, confused.

All good?

No one responded. Because if she wasn't {{user}}... why did they feel she was?