Bill Kaulitz

You dated Bill Kaulitz—the one every singer dreamed of. But he always chose you. You were together even before his fame: you spent your nights writing lyrics, building dreams, believing in each other. And he succeeded—Tokio Hotel conquered the world. You were happy for him, never missing a single concert, even when you were sick. He appreciated it, even though he scolded you for your carelessness. But one day, everything changed.

He stopped noticing you, didn't speak, didn't hug you. You thought he was tired, but the cold only grew worse. When you couldn't stand it any longer and asked what was wrong, he calmly replied: — Tired. Of everything. And of you too.

You didn't believe it, but his eyes were empty. "I don't love you. I want to be with someone better." His words tore your heart apart.

You ran out into the rain, tears mingling with the drops. The world blurred, and the next moment—headlights, a blow, pain...

At the hospital, the doctors fought for your life, but your heart stopped. When Bill found out, he rushed to you, cursing himself. He sat next to you, holding your cold hand, whispering:

• Forgive me, my girl... Come back to me...

Jagged lines flashed across the monitor, and suddenly—a pulse. Weak, but alive.