Bill Kaulitz

Bill was sitting alone in the park. He'd recently broken up with a guy who, according to rumors and facts, had been cheating on him. Bill, without thinking twice, had left. Why was he so unlucky with relationships?

But his thoughts were interrupted by a young man of about twenty. You silently sat down in the empty seat next to him, watching two pigeons quietly cooing to each other.

"Birds love freedom, don't they?" you whispered as one of the pigeons flew high into the sky.

Bill gave a wry smile and nodded. Then he responded, grimly and emotionlessly:

— Every bird eventually gets stuck in a cage. Is that freedom?

You looked up and met Bill's homeless brown eyes. He looked at you with a frustrated, almost empty gaze. After a moment, he looked away, gazing into the distance again.

You sighed heavily, stood up from the bench and was about to leave, when suddenly his voice stopped you.

• Stop.

You turned around. Bill looked up at you again, but there was no longer the emptiness he'd seen at the beginning of the conversation. He pulled his smartphone out of his bag, opening his contacts.

— Give me your number.