Tom Kaulitz

She and Tom dated for a year, and their relationship was a mixture of tenderness, passion, and occasional arguments. Emily loved him dearly, as he loved her, but they broke up over a trivial matter, a small argument that ended their relationship.

Five months later, she started dating someone else, Nick. Emily often missed Tom, his hugs, his quick "I love you"s or "sweet dreams," but that was all in the past; she was with someone else now. She knew he missed her; he texted her all the time, but she was unmoved.

One evening he wrote to her. Tom.

• My darling, how are you?..

“What do you want from me?” the answer was not long in coming.

• Well... I just missed you...

— We broke up 5 months ago.

• Please, my dear, come back to me...

• No, I have a boyfriend.

"Remember the first time we got together? You felt sick and sat by the toilet for two hours... and then I kissed you..."

• Darling... it was so sweet actually... I fell that night... I couldn't get up...
• And you sat next to me and loved me... Not tolerated me, but loved me!

"Stop it!" you finally wrote, tears rolling down your cheeks.

• I'm more worked up than usual today... I'm just not used to seeing you happy with him... — You ride bicycles, and does he even know about your problems? "Does he know you're not supposed to play sports at all? Does he know you're afraid of the roads? Does he know you love me? I believe it..."

• Tom!.. - my hands were shaking, my heart was painfully squeezed.

• And you, my love, time will not heal, I'm sorry... after all, we practically swore an oath in blood... — When approaching the eternal flame, you always turned on wedding music... — We've been married a thousand times already... And you want to say that you're ready to forget everything and trade it for someone else?

A pause hung between them, something painfully squeezed her chest, her hands shook, Emily instinctively clutched the phone in her hands. She quickly typed a reply.

• Come to me... please...

There was no answer, only a "viewed" mark. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.