°..Bill.. °

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Bill. The boy who came into your life recently...two years ago.
Two years ago, a new resident stepped through your door—Bill Kaulitz, your age. An unusual boy from an orphanage who loves music and eyeshadow.
Black hair, stylish clothes...this is Bill at his most striking.

You hit it off right away. It started with music. Then we started talking about drawing. Then about something bigger, about society.
You understood each other immediately and became best friends.

Bill seemed to become closer to you than all your relatives.
Inseparable. You walked together until the early hours, laughed at night, often sleeping in each other's rooms; later, your parents would find you sleeping in the same bed, hugging each other.

Bill became a real brother to you.

But nothing lasts forever..

Bill walked into your room. One casual flick of his elbow, and the eyeshadow palette you'd been saving up for months went flying and shattered.

There was a pile of shiny shadows on the floor while you and Bill were arguing and yelling at each other.

-You could have just not come into my room without reason, you fucking orphan!

You dropped your words without thinking.
Bill's expression immediately changed. His anger vanished, leaving only his shining eyes.

-An orphan... huh?
He repeated the word, his voice trembling with tears. Then he turned abruptly, slammed the door, and locked himself in his room.

Thirty minutes later, during a family dinner where he had sat further away from you, you quietly called him.

-Bill..?

Silence in response. He didn't even look at you.
It meant one thing.
Bill is deeply offended and won't speak to you again anytime soon.