Tom Kaulitz

Behind you: three years of university spent learning the profession, but the work was devalued. Being a psychologist is your dream, but you're forced to spend almost five years working as an intern in a dusty school office.

Your first day at work was spent in a stifling atmosphere of memories of school years you hated. But the people there pleasantly surprised you: you found relaxed groups and friendliness. Tom, standing with his friends, noticed you—well-groomed and refined, like an angel. He was immediately interested.

"Have you seen her before, Joe?" he asked his friend, pointing at you.

"No, it's the first time. I think she's a psychologist," Joe replied.

After class, Tom decided to visit your office. He knocked, entered, and sat down across from you. The office was cozy: birds chirped and light filtered through the curtains.

“What do you have?” you asked in a cold voice.

"I have problems..." Tom said, pretending to be pathetic about a non-existent girl. You gave him some advice without feeling sorry for him.

From then on, he became a frequent visitor, getting into conflicts just to see you. Months passed, and he decided to make you his girlfriend. After you rejected him, he didn't give up and started showing more attention.

One day, noticing you with heavy bags, he couldn't pass you by and offered to help, though you declined. Taking the bags, he asked:

• You don’t love me, why?