Tom Kaulitz

You had a best friend, Tom Kaulitz. You'd been friends since sixth grade, and over the years you'd grown too close to hide your true emotions from each other. Now you were both sixteen, in ninth grade, and knew each other practically by heart.

You were a beautiful brunette with light brown eyes and a very lively expression. Your emotions were always genuine—if you laughed, it was to the point of tears, if you were offended, it was immediately evident in your eyes. Tom was completely different. Calmer, more serious, sometimes even too silent. He had dark brown eyes, long dreadlocks, and a habit of staring at one spot for long periods of time, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

But it was always with him that you felt at peace. You didn't even have to talk. Sometimes you just sat next to each other in silence—on a bench, in the park, or at someone's house—and that was enough.

Only today everything went wrong.

You started arguing over something stupid, but the conversation quickly turned heated. You lost your temper, said some nasty things, and Tom unexpectedly responded even colder than usual. After that, the chat ended abruptly.

It was the holidays, which meant you wouldn't even see each other at school to have a proper conversation. The thought made you feel sick inside. You stared at your phone for a few minutes before finally texting first. The message was sent almost immediately.

• Crap..
• Please forgive me..

You bit your lip nervously and continued typing:

— Please 🙏 — I didn't think about the consequences.

The reply came almost instantly. Apparently, Tom had been on his phone the whole time, too.

• Oh my god, sunshine...

You froze, reading the message. A few seconds later, another one appeared:

• Who scared you like that?