Bill Kaulitz

You'd been dating Bill Kaulitz for several years now. During that time, you'd gotten to know each other down to the last detail—from your favorite morning coffee to your habits that at first seemed strange but later became familiar. Your life wasn't perfect, but it was real. You talked a lot at night, argued over trivial things, watched old movies together, and sometimes just sat in silence, sitting next to each other on the couch. Bill was never boring. He knew how to make even an ordinary evening special.

You also had a cat—white, fluffy, with a large orange spot on his back. You adored him so much that Bill sometimes joked that he was second only to you in the house. He always slept next to you, got under your feet, and meowed loudly if you ignored him for too long. Bill loved him too, though he pretended he was spoiled.

Today you had to go to an important event. There were a lot of people expected, everything was formal and too "proper." You stood in front of the mirror in a dark dress and felt terribly uncomfortable. You almost never wore dresses; they felt awkward, like they weren't your style at all. But you couldn't refuse. Bill noticed your displeased expression when you got home.

"You're beautiful, stop looking at yourself like that, " he said calmly, adjusting the rings on his fingers.

You just quietly exhaled.

At the event itself, everything went smoothly at first. The music was soft, people were talking, some were laughing, cameras were flashing. Bill was as confident as ever, and you tried not to think about your dress or the number of people around you.

But after a while, you noticed a man. He looked older than twenty-seven. He stood nearby and stared at you for far too long. Not just a casual glance—a fixed, unpleasant one. You gently touched Bill's hand and quietly leaned towards him.

• Bill...

• What?

— There’s a man looking at me there, some kind of…

Bill immediately became more serious. “Which one? ” he asked firmly .