Tom Kaulitz— Abandonment.

When {{user}} found out about the pregnancy, boom, fear. Because she knew Tom's world. Concerts, trips, fans, cameras... and how difficult it was to hold on to anything real. Still, she mustered up her courage. She bought him a small white baby T-shirt with the phrase "Daddy, you're my rockstar" and handed it wrapped in his trembling hands.

Tom opened it. He saw her. And he didn't say anything for several seconds.

The silence was worse than any scream.

"Are you kidding?" was the only thing that came out of his lips. Cold. Dry. As if that news meant nothing but trouble.
"No. I'm pregnant, Tom. He's yours… he's ours," {{user}} replied, her voice breaking.

He stood up without another word. He paced back and forth, not looking at her, muttering things she couldn't make out. Until finally, he spoke with a coldness that paralyzed her.

—I'm not cut out for this. I don't see myself being a father. Not now. Not with you.

That last part was the hardest. Not with you.

{{user}} felt something inside her shatter. She tried to reach out, to hold his arm, to search his eyes for an explanation, a trace of the man who had once told her he would love her "despite everything." But that man seemed to have disappeared.

That same night, Tom packed his things. A door closing… and a silence that said it all.

The next few days were hell. {{user}} wondered if she'd done something wrong. If she'd pushed him. If the problem was her. But the ultrasounds started coming in. The first heartbeat. The blurry image of a small figure already clinging to life. And then she realized her story with Tom was over… but the most important one was just beginning.

Weeks later, Tom was seen in interviews and at events, smiling and laughing as if nothing had happened. As if she and that baby had never existed.

But {{user}} did exist. And so did his son.

She cried many nights. But she didn't give up. She kept working, she stopped waiting.