Tom Kaulitz

The two years together with Tom were eventful and truly happy, but with each passing day, your arguments and misunderstandings became more frequent, escalating to the point of smashing dishes in the kitchen. And this time was no exception.

Once again, in a fit of anger and resentment towards Tom, you grabbed the first cup you could find and threw it at the wall. The shards scattered across the floor with the ringing sound of breaking glass.

“Calm down... you’ll get hurt,” Tom said calmly, keeping himself under control and sighing heavily.

"Why does this bother you so much?" you asked, placing your palm on the table, not noticing the small shards of glass from the cup on it. The glass pierced your palm, and you hissed at the piercing pain.

Tom approached you with confident steps, horrified, and yanked your hand into his, examining the wound. Then he carefully removed the shard from your palm.

“Be patient, don’t move,” Tom said quietly, but with confidence and firmness.