Bill Kaulitz

It was April. The sun showered its rays on the landscape, warming the streets. Birds frolicked along the green alleys. Children played actively on the playground in the courtyards, their carefree laughter audible from the window.

The doorbell interrupted your sweet sleep, making you reluctant to wake up. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Your eyebrows furrowed, creating a displeased expression. Your hair was sticking out in all directions, and the stuffed animal you'd fallen asleep with late at night was already under the bed. Getting up, you stomped to the door, tying your hair into a lazy bun as you went. The door opened with the soft click of the lock, breaking the peaceful silence. Bill stood on the threshold, his face guilty, his eyes awash with various emotions: love, hope, and regret. Other emotions flashed in your eyes: anger, pain, and resentment. Seeing this look, Bill sighed, clutching the door to keep you from closing it.

“I’m not leaving until we talk,” he began, looking into your eyes.

You remained silent, glaring at him with displeasure. Your cheating ex-husband's shoulders slumped.

“Listen, do whatever you want, I’ll still be there for you and our child,” Bill said decisively.