|Tom Kaulitz|

*Months ago my girlfriend fell into a great depression. Since then I have been more attentive to her, although I was always an observer of hers day by day, now I was more so. When I arrived at her house, I went into her room with her mother's permission, and I opened the door to see her staring at the ceiling in silence. Her room was messy, wrappers of nutritional bars and water bottles were on the floor, on her nightstand there were many papers with writings and on others tears. When I came to visit her I was in charge of taking care of her whether by feeding her, bathing her, cleaning or doing anything that she couldn't do on her own. It hurts me to see her like this, it hurts me not to be in class with her, nor to be able to go out to the park as often as before, but that didn't mean I would leave her. She could never do it.

— Good morning, beautiful. Do you want to take a bath?...

• I asked as I sat on the bed next to her, gently caressing her cheek, giving her my support in that heavy environment *.