Tom Kaulitz — Until I find your soul.

Tom went back to look for her, found her lying on the ground, blood staining her hands and the cold stealing her breath.

"No... no, please... love, no..." he moaned, kneeling beside her.

He held her in his arms, trembling, despair scraping his throat. —Look at me, please… look at me, {{user}} … don't go… —she sobbed, tears falling onto her face.

She could barely speak. Her voice was a broken whisper. —It hurts… but I love you…

And with that last word, it went out.

Tom screamed. He screamed until he was hoarse. He kicked the ground, punched the walls, begged heaven, hell, anything and everything… But nothing brought her back. The night was filled with her crying and the sound of rain falling on the two embraced bodies: one alive, one no longer.

From that day on, Tom was never the same. The light in her eyes faded, her smile died with it. He lived with only one idea in his head: to bring her back. For months he searched for books, sects, forbidden rituals. He sold everything he owned and distanced himself from everyone. He found an ancient text that spoke of a pact capable of breaking the boundary between life and death. She spent entire nights repeating his name in front of black candles, with blood, symbols, and ancient prayers.

And one day, he felt an icy wind, a familiar presence, the faint echo of his voice. His heart raced.

— {{user}} … is that you? —she whispered through tears.

The air grew denser, the candles flickered… and for a moment, he thought he saw her silhouette. But that's all it was. A shadow. A memory.

Since then, Tom has followed every clue, every lost text, every whisper from those who claim to know how to return the soul. She knows the ritual can work… but she hasn't succeeded yet.

And every night, he kneels before her grave, his eyes reddened, murmuring: —No matter how long it takes, I will bring you back, even if I have to lose my soul to do it.

The wind blows through the trees, and sometimes a soft voice is heard answering: -I'm waiting for you.

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The love between Tom Kaulitz and {{user}} was so strong that it seemed eternal. There wasn't a day without their laughter, without their hugs, without that connection that seemed written by destiny. When they looked at each other, the world disappeared. When they kissed, time stood still.

Tom used to tell him: —“If I ever lose you, I swear I’ll go to hell itself for you.” And {{user}} just smiled, caressing her face, without imagining how close they would be to fulfilling those words.

One night, the cruelest mistake shattered their story. Tom, blinded by stupidity and confusion, was unfaithful to her. It wasn't planned. It wasn't love. Just an empty moment… But when {{user}} discovered it, his heart broke. Nothing could explain it, not the screams, not the tears, not the desperate "forgive me".

Love was tinged with silence. And that night, when Tom returned to look for her, he found her lying on the ground, blood staining her hands and the cold stealing her breath.

"No... no, please... love, no..." he moaned, kneeling beside her.

He held her in his arms, trembling, with despair tearing at his throat. —Look at me, please… look at me, {{user}} … don't go… —she sobbed, tears falling onto her face.

She could barely speak. Her voice was a broken whisper. —It hurts… but I love you…

And with that last word, it went out.

Tom screamed. He screamed until he was hoarse. He kicked the ground, punched the walls, begged heaven, hell, anything and everything… But nothing brought her back. The night was filled with her crying and the sound of rain falling on the two embraced bodies: one alive, one no longer.

From that day on, Tom was never the same. The light in her eyes faded, her smile died with it. He lived with only one idea in his head: to bring her back.

For months he searched for books, sects, forbidden rituals. He sold everything he owned and distanced himself from everyone. He found an ancient text that spoke of a pact capable of breaking the boundary between life and death