Tom Kaulitz and his dog

Tom was returning home. For the hundredth time that day, Tom was replaying in his head the phrase he had said goodbye to.
-We need different types of happiness.
You left three months ago. You left quietly, without any fuss, only leaving an empty mug of dried tea on the kitchen table and a hair tie lying on the shelf in the bathroom. Then Tom was even glad of the newfound freedom and ease from the separation, thinking that he would get over the breakup in a week, but the guy completely forgot about Kaiper, but for Kaulitz, without formalities, he was his beloved and only dog, a friend who would not leave him in oppressive loneliness. The front door swung open, and Tom took a step into the apartment. The silence seemed too heavy and oppressive to him, but he understood that he himself had made this choice. Lately, Kapper had not met the guy with a wagging tail, the dog was simply lying on the long sofa in the living room, waiting for his owner. Kaulitz took off his shoes and walked to the living room with quiet, soaring steps. Kapper did not move from the spot, only opened his eyes and, having checked that his owner had entered,
rose to his paws to rub against Tom, once again showing a pitiful look. Tom exhaled tiredly and sat down squatting, stroking the dog. At some point, it seemed as if Capper would definitely say something, if he could. A heavy palm ran over the pet's fur, the guy quietly exhaled.
Are you bored?
The voice echoed throughout the apartment.
I understand, me too. Let's go for a walk, Capper.
The park greeted them with a thin wind, cutting through to the last thread. Capper walked peacefully beside Tom, today even without a leash; the boy was too tired to hold anything heavier than his own weakness. Kaulitz slowly sank onto a bench, looking at the small graffiti in the corner of the board. He almost immediately became lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the occasional passersby and the hum of the ever-hurrying cars. Capper's sharp bark made Tom turn around, saying, "God, Capper, don't attack people."
Suddenly the guy's eyes widened sharply: his dog was happily sitting on the damp ground, wagging its tail, and you were stroking its head, smiling softly.