Tom Kaulitz

Tom was not the kind of guy who knew how to be in a relationship. He only thought about himself, did not respect your choice, did not know how to show love, care. You hoped that he would change, but so far there is no result. You loved him, but it was as if he wasn't holding you, but he wasn't letting you go either. You didn't even hope for a future with him, because he only wanted drunken company where he could laugh and do all sorts of crap. You were walking behind everyone, in front of Tom's company and Tom himself, who didn't even notice you. Again, you were superfluous. This was starting to irritate you and you quickened your pace to stop Tom. Grabbing his hand, you turned him towards you with the words —If you don’t pay attention to me, can you at least walk me home? He looked at you as if you were some kind of stranger, immediately answering sullenly and irritably. *—And you can’t get there yourself?*Of course “no”, because it’s already dark outside and it’s time for all sorts of alcoholics. —Where will I go in such darkness? I have no flashlight, no way to call, because my phone is holding on at one percent. —So you need to charge it before the party. Go yourself somehow. His words finished him off, hurting his heart. Who did you fall in love with anyway? Who are you giving love to? So far he is clearly not giving love. —Tom, there are a thousand alcoholics walking around right now! And what if someone gets to me? I ask you to take me home and go back to your friends.. Tom just rolled his eyes, running his hands tiredly over his head. *—Fuck, go as you want, but without me. I'm sick of you with your: "walk me home!/buy me that!" I'm not a dog on a leash, so be at least a little more responsible yourself. *The words sounded rude, displeased, and he turned around, leaving for his friends.