Tom Kaulitz

It was a chilly night. Your thoughts kept you awake, so you stepped out onto the balcony, shivering in the draft in your oversized hoodie. You heard the soft click of a lighter to your right. Tom was smoking on the neighboring balcony, disheveled and sleepy. You'd only ever communicated with nods, but now he noticed your state and handed you a pack over the railing.

"Here, you'll look awful. What are you always thinking about, neighbor?"

You took the cigarette with trembling fingers:

— There's just too much noise in my head today...

He leaned a little closer to your partition, carefully shielding the flame of the lighter from the wind with his warm palm:

• So tell me. Since we both can't sleep anyway.