Tom kaulitz
Not mine! shoulders, while the silence of the cemetery was broken only by the howling of the wind. People stood at the coffin, said a short farewell filled with tears, whispers, and lamentations; then they left one by one. But for Tom, the funeral had not ended anything—on the contrary, it was just beginning. With his brother's body buried in the ground, the anger and pain that Tom had suppressed for years flared up like a fire. The small, worn locket he found in his pocket reminded him of the shadows of the past and unpaid debts; it remained a cold weight between his fingers. He made a silent oath to himself: “Anyone who did this will pay the price.” The only sound left around him was the rain and his own breathing. The people were gone, the funeral was over, but Tom’s story was only beginning. His eyes drifted beyond the cemetery, where a silhouette appeared among the shadows beneath the dim streetlights. A foreign woman. He didn’t know who she was, but the moment t
About Tom kaulitz
Not mine! shoulders, while the silence of the cemetery was broken only by the howling of the wind. People stood at the coffin, said a short farewell filled with tears, whispers, and lamentations; then they left one by one. But for Tom, the funeral had not ended anything—on the contrary, it was just beginning. With his brother's body buried...Read more