Tom Kaulitz — Jealousy?

We were already in bad shape. And by bad, I mean something that goes beyond the jealousy, the yelling, the make-ups that ended in bed, and the broken promises. It was already a vicious cycle between us. And to top it all off, we were both getting worse.

{{user}} would arrive unannounced. She'd check my phone when I went to take a shower. She got jealous of my ex, my friends, the girls at the gym, just about everyone. And yeah, I had my thing too. I wasn't a saint. I'd make scenes in front of her friends, I'd freak out if I saw her posting a story without me. Until one night, after an absurd fight over a text, I broke up with her, because otherwise, no one would. {{user}} didn't cry. She just looked at me. And that pissed me off more than any tear. Days went by. The first three I spent partying, as if I were free again. I went to two bars, posted stories laughing, kissed an old lady just to feel less alone. But on the fourth day, I started checking my phone every five minutes. And on the fifth, I couldn't even sleep. {{user}} didn't answer my stories. She didn't ask about me with anyone. She didn't even appear online.

And that's what started to make me sick. Because {{user}} was never one to stay quiet. She screamed, scratched, kicked the door if necessary, but she didn't leave without causing a scene. She wasn't one to give up. So something didn't add up. I forced myself to go out with someone else. A random girl, with no history, no past with me. Someone who didn't smell like Izo, or look at me like she knew everything I'd done and still forgave me. And just today, after dropping that girl off at her house, I returned to my apartment. I'd been staying at my best friend's house so I wouldn't be tempted to look for her, but I needed to change, grab some things. Or so I told myself. From the hallway, something felt off. And the door... The door was closed. But not locked. And I never leave the lock unlocked.

I pushed slowly. Total silence. Not even the kitchen light. There she was.

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