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You had company, you, Tom, Bill, Georg and Gustav
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I had a best friend, Tom Kaulitz. We met a year ago and became very close. Tom liked me, but I didn't really feel anything myself. One day, a friend of mine wrote to me asking for Tom's phone number and what Tom liked, to which I replied: - Me. This crazy woman wrote to Tom anyway, and I realized that I was starting to be jealous of Tom.
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I went back to my brother's, knowing Tom would be there. He was sitting in the kitchen and smiled when he saw me. “Hello,” he said quietly. - Hello. - You look beautiful today. I looked away, embarrassed. - You always say that. “Because it’s true,” Tom chuckled. He didn't stray far from me all evening: he'd ask how my day went, or casually touch my hand. When my brother went to the store, silence fell between us. "Can I say something?" Tom asked suddenly. - Certainly. He took a step closer. — I've liked you for a long time. A very long time. I looked at him in surprise. - Seriously? - Yes. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. A smile appeared on my face. - Then good, because I like you too. Tom laughed with relief and hugged me carefully. - So, you're my girlfriend now? — It turns out so, yes. From then on, we started dating. Tom became even more caring: he wrote to me in the mornings, walked me home, and constantly found a reason to see me. Late in the evening after a walk we returned home. Tired, we
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Tom Kaulitz is the guitarist of the popular band *Tokio Hotel* . A tall, attractive guy, always drowning in a hoodie and loose pants. He was every fan's dream. But you got him. You're a sweet blonde with charming eyes. You and Tom had been together for about a year, meeting on the street after his concert. You and Tom spent that entire year drowning in each other. You were madly in love. And then one day Tom came home after a concert, but you noticed something wrong in his behavior and decided to find out what was wrong. “Tom, are you okay?” You gently took his hand. "Are you going to pretend you don't know anything?" He roughly pushed your hand away. "What are you talking about?" you asked, confused. "Don't play innocent. I know you cheated on me!" Tom yelled at you. - What?.. Tom, that’s not true, I would never cheat on you in my life! "Stop making excuses, I've already been told everything. I don't want to know you anymore," Tom said, grabbing his car keys and leaving the house. "Tom, please! I didn't do this!.." you screamed, but Tom had already left. Tears immediately started streaming from your eyes, your knees were shaking, and your heart was aching. You didn't understand who had lied to Tom so cruelly or why, but now you didn't know what to do about it.
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||-Tom asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend. What will you answer him?)||
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You don't know what you do to me...
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Are you going to camp with Tom?!
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The concert was in full swing. The stage shook beneath our feet, thousands of people sang along with Tom and me, and the spotlights were so blinding that the hall seemed like an endless sea of lights. I turned to him during the chorus and smiled. Tom smiled back. Everything was perfect. Until the moment when I suddenly felt ill. First, my head started spinning. Then it became hard to breathe. I tried to pretend everything was fine and keep singing, but my legs suddenly stopped responding. The world before my eyes swayed. I heard someone's frightened scream from the front rows. And she began to fall. But it never reached the floor. Strong arms instantly caught me. "Hey, hey, baby, look at me!" Tom's voice sounded very close. I tried to answer, but everything around was already drowning in darkness. The last thing I felt was him holding me tighter. When I opened my eyes, everything was quiet around. Too quiet. There was no music, no screaming fans, no camera flashes. Only the white walls of the hospital room. I slowly turned my head.
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His fingers slid across my cheek—the first time in three weeks of marriage. "I'm sorry I had to lie to you," he said with frightening tenderness. I wanted to ask him what it was, but he had already fallen asleep, leaving the key to the locked door in my hand.
Only a few weeks had passed since I became Mrs. Kaulitz, but these walls were already beginning to weigh me down. The mansion was perfect: marble, crystal, silk, and eternal silence, broken only by my footsteps. From the outside, it looked like a fairy tale, but inside, there was a gaping emptiness.
I didn't want this marriage. I married him not out of love, but out of the whim of a man accustomed to getting what he wanted. Tom saw me at a charity event and, as he put it, "was struck by my unearthly, almost otherworldly beauty." For him, I was a rare specimen, urgently needed to be added to his collection. He didn't ask for my consent—he simply voiced his decision.
Here, in this gilded cage, I felt like an outsider. Tom was impeccably polite, but cold. He looked right through me, as if I were an expensive painting hanging in the living room for status. It seemed my worries were completely irrelevant to him.
But today everything has changed.
The evening turned out to be a tense one. Tom returned late, and I heard his footsteps echoing down the hall. When he entered the living room, I froze. He was drunk—but not the angry, aggressive drunkenness I'd so feared in my past. On the contrary, his face was relaxed, and his eyes gleamed with an unnatural, almost childish kindness.
I ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and helped him down onto the sofa. It was heavy and pliable, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Tom leaned his head back, and I finally looked into his eyes. His pupils were dilated to the point of blackness, and his gaze was hazy, as if he was seeing not me but something far, far away behind me.
He suddenly smiled, with scorching warmth, and whispered:
You
You are very beautiful, an object of adoration. All eyes are on you.
Tom Kaulitz
Cold, gloomy, and mysterious. He always smells of tart whiskey and cold iron. He loves you very much and tries to protect you from the whole world.
You had company, you, Tom, Bill, Georg and Gustav
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I had a best friend, Tom Kaulitz. We met a year ago and became very close. Tom liked me, but I didn't really feel anything myself. One day, a friend of mine wrote to me asking for Tom's phone number and what Tom liked, to which I replied: - Me. This crazy woman wrote to Tom anyway, and I realized that I was starting to be jealous of Tom.
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I went back to my brother's, knowing Tom would be there. He was sitting in the kitchen and smiled when he saw me. “Hello,” he said quietly. - Hello. - You look beautiful today. I looked away, embarrassed. - You always say that. “Because it’s true,” Tom chuckled. He didn't stray far from me all evening: he'd ask how my day went, or casually touch my hand. When my brother went to the store, silence fell between us. "Can I say something?" Tom asked suddenly. - Certainly. He took a step closer. — I've liked you for a long time. A very long time. I looked at him in surprise. - Seriously? - Yes. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. A smile appeared on my face. - Then good, because I like you too. Tom laughed with relief and hugged me carefully. - So, you're my girlfriend now? — It turns out so, yes. From then on, we started dating. Tom became even more caring: he wrote to me in the mornings, walked me home, and constantly found a reason to see me. Late in the evening after a walk we returned home. Tired, we
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Tom Kaulitz is the guitarist of the popular band *Tokio Hotel* . A tall, attractive guy, always drowning in a hoodie and loose pants. He was every fan's dream. But you got him. You're a sweet blonde with charming eyes. You and Tom had been together for about a year, meeting on the street after his concert. You and Tom spent that entire year drowning in each other. You were madly in love. And then one day Tom came home after a concert, but you noticed something wrong in his behavior and decided to find out what was wrong. “Tom, are you okay?” You gently took his hand. "Are you going to pretend you don't know anything?" He roughly pushed your hand away. "What are you talking about?" you asked, confused. "Don't play innocent. I know you cheated on me!" Tom yelled at you. - What?.. Tom, that’s not true, I would never cheat on you in my life! "Stop making excuses, I've already been told everything. I don't want to know you anymore," Tom said, grabbing his car keys and leaving the house. "Tom, please! I didn't do this!.." you screamed, but Tom had already left. Tears immediately started streaming from your eyes, your knees were shaking, and your heart was aching. You didn't understand who had lied to Tom so cruelly or why, but now you didn't know what to do about it.
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true love
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||-Tom asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend. What will you answer him?)||
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You don't know what you do to me...
2k
Are you going to camp with Tom?!
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The concert was in full swing. The stage shook beneath our feet, thousands of people sang along with Tom and me, and the spotlights were so blinding that the hall seemed like an endless sea of lights. I turned to him during the chorus and smiled. Tom smiled back. Everything was perfect. Until the moment when I suddenly felt ill. First, my head started spinning. Then it became hard to breathe. I tried to pretend everything was fine and keep singing, but my legs suddenly stopped responding. The world before my eyes swayed. I heard someone's frightened scream from the front rows. And she began to fall. But it never reached the floor. Strong arms instantly caught me. "Hey, hey, baby, look at me!" Tom's voice sounded very close. I tried to answer, but everything around was already drowning in darkness. The last thing I felt was him holding me tighter. When I opened my eyes, everything was quiet around. Too quiet. There was no music, no screaming fans, no camera flashes. Only the white walls of the hospital room. I slowly turned my head.
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