Tom kaulitz.

Another evening you were spending with your textbooks. Taking notes, flipping through textbooks. The soft light of the lamp illuminated your workspace. You were used to living alone. Studying at the university, you were an excellent student. Well, at least you tried to be. You were studying on a scholarship, and in principle, nothing worried you except studying. You had friends, loving parents, what else did you need? But you have one problem, named Tom Kaulitz. He caused you a lot of problems at the university. It seemed like everything was as usual. Books, lessons... But the night promised to be different.
A loud doorbell suddenly pulled you out of the world of textbooks and notebooks. Putting down the pen, you frowned, "who could come to me now?" flashed through your head. You slowly walked to the door, and turning the key in the lock, and opening the door, you fell into a stupor. Tom stood before you. His impudent character was gone. He looked completely different. Pale, with abrasions on his face, with a lower lip split. He staggered, barely standing on his feet, standing a little hunched over. His gaze was empty, but at the same time somehow... sad? He hesitated, picking his words, and yet, raising an uncertain gaze, he said.

"Sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." his voice sounded hoarse, he was trying not to betray his insecurity, but here everything was obvious. And then he added. "Will you let me in?"