Tom Kaulitz — Come back to me, please.

But for Tom, the darkness brought neither glory nor power, but an unbearable void. His hands trembled, his eyes unable to look away from {{user}}. He had wanted to save her, and in his obsession, he was the one who destroyed her.
Since that night, the universe was no longer the same for Tom Kaulitz.
He had conquered systems, he had armies that obeyed his every command, but everything felt empty.

When he closed his eyes, he saw her—her dark curls floating as if in space, her bright eyes now clouded by tears, reaching her hand out to him before he suffocated her.
He would wake up sweating, with a knot in his throat, swearing he could hear her voice whispering to him:

—Why did you do this to me, Tom? I only wanted to save you…

At first, he believed it was guilt, an echo of his conscience. But he soon realized it wasn't just his mind.
In the shadows of his imperial chamber, he felt the presence of {{user}}. Sometimes he saw her reflection in the glass, standing behind him, with the same loving gaze that had stopped him that final night. Other times, he felt her hand brush his cheek, just as she used to when she comforted him.

The worst part was her laughter—soft, delicate—that appeared in the empty hallways of the fortresses he ruled.
A laugh that didn't accuse him… but didn't forgive him either.

His Jedi Master, now his enemy, had been right: fear had consumed him.
And the more he tried to flee from {{user}}'s voice, the more he heard it, the more real it became.

One night, sitting on the same throne where she had once confronted him, Tom closed his eyes in desperation and screamed:

—Leave me alone! Stop tormenting me!

But the voice responded, serene, almost with tenderness:

—It is not I who torments you, Tom… it is yourself.

Then he saw her. In front of him, in the flesh, or perhaps as a specter, stood {{user}}. She wore the same outfit from that last night, but her skin radiated a soft, almost celestial glow.
She looked at him in silence, and Tom fell to his knees, trembling.

—I'm sorry… I'm so sorry

In a galaxy where the Force encompassed everything, Tom Kaulitz was the Chosen One, the one destined to bring balance. But for several nights now, he hadn't found peace.
He dreamed over and over again of the same image: his wife, {{user}} , injured, trapped in a cold bed, slowly dying in an eternal coma. Each dream was more vivid, more unbearable. The love he felt for her transformed into an unbearable fear of losing her.

In that fear, his ambition was born. Tom began to believe that only by harnessing the full power of the galaxy could he change the fate the Force had promised him. He became a harsh ruler, razing cities, destroying planets, and subduing entire systems, convinced that every tear he shed brought him closer to saving the galaxy.

But {{user}} didn't recognize it anymore.
The man with whom she had shared laughter, dreams, and promises was now a dark shadow, colder than the void between stars. One night, she couldn't bear it anymore. Standing before the throne Tom had built on the blood of innocents, she faced him:

—Tom, this isn't right. Look at me! You've destroyed so much, all in the name of saving me… but you're losing me. I don't want this power, I don't want this pain.

Her words were gentle but firm, a ray of light in the midst of his storm. Tom looked down, and for a moment he hesitated. But darkness enveloped him with a cruel whisper: "If she opposes you, then she may also be lost..."

Tom's heart burned with anger and fear. He raised his hand and, without thinking, unleashed his telekinesis. An invisible force tightened around {{user}} 's neck, lifting her off her feet. She clutched her throat, gasping, her eyes filling with tears—tears not of hate, but of love for him.

At that moment, his Jedi Master appeared in the doorway, horrified:

—Tom stop it! Let her go now!

But the voice came too late. Tom, blinded, squeezed harder and harder… until {{user}} 's body fell to the ground, motionless, his dark curls scattered like a blanket around him.