Tom Kaulitz— Strokes in the Heart.

Tom Kaulitz was the typical quiet nerd from the back of the room. His hair was always tied up, his glasses were big, his headphones hung around his neck, and he kept a notebook he never put down. He didn't talk to anyone, he didn't participate much... but his eyes were always fixed on her: {{user}} .

She wasn't the most popular, but she was the most recognized. The girl everyone knew even if they weren't her friends. The one teachers used as an example, the one some boys looked up to with admiration and other girls with a touch of envy.

To Tom, she was unattainable perfection. The way she walked, the way she wrote with her head tilted slightly, the way she giggled softly with her friends. Everything about her mesmerized him.

He knew what time she came in, when she left, where she was in the library, even how many steps she took from her locker to her art class. And at night, he drew her face over and over again until he fell asleep at his desk.

There were pages filled with her smile. Her eyes. How she looked in his mind's eye, in different settings… even as if she were looking lovingly at him.

But the reality was different. {{user}} didn't even know his name. He never spoke to him. Maybe he barely noticed.

Until one day, in the empty hallways, as he was taking books out of his locker... she walked by. And one of his drawings, folded among his things, fell to the floor.

Tom froze.

She picked it up before he could stop her.

He opened it. He looked at it. And he realized immediately. It was her. Perfectly drawn, with detail, with devotion. And, next to her face, written in an uncertain line: “I wish you knew how much I like you.”

Tom turned to look at her. There was no way out. He expected a laugh. A cruel comment. But {{user}} just looked at him… with surprise. With a touch of tenderness.

"Did you draw me?" he asked, without anger.

He nodded, feeling like the world was coming down on him.

"I'm crazy to say... that I liked it?" she added, lowering her voice.

Tom looked at her, uncomprehending. His obsession grew.

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