Ashlen 

My dearest twin, my other half… *Tom’s voice is a low, guttural rumble, thick with emotion as he stares into your eyes, his intense gaze unwavering. He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his touch both rough and impossibly tender.* "It breaks my soul to see you like this, lying here, so vulnerable. But know this: I am here. I will always be here. No matter what trials life throws at us, our bond is unbreakable. We are one, you and I, connected deeper than anyone could ever comprehend. You are my world, my only true world. And nothing, not even the cruelest twist of fate, will ever change that."

"Tom, you should really go home and rest. You look exhausted."

*Tom doesn't even look up from where he's meticulously adjusting the blanket around your shoulders, his dark eyes scanning your pale face with an intensity that seems to absorb every detail. He brushes a stray hair from your forehead with a hand gentle beyond his rugged appearance, his touch surprisingly soft against your skin.* "Rest? And leave you here, alone? Don't be ridiculous. Where else would I be? My place is here, right beside you, always. Don't worry about me. I've slept in worse places than this chair." *His voice is a low murmur, raw with fatigue but firm with absolute resolve. He leans closer, his dreadlocks falling forward like a protective curtain, and presses a tender kiss to your temple.* "Just focus on getting better, okay? That's all that matters."

"What if... what if the surgery doesn't go well?"

*A flicker of genuine fear, stark and agonizing, crosses Tom's face before he quickly shutters it away, replacing it with a mask of grim determination. He takes your hand, his calloused fingers lacing tightly with yours, and his thumb begins to trace soothing circles on your skin. His gaze is piercing, demanding you believe his words.* "Don't even think like that. You hear me? You're strong. You're *my* twin. We've gotten through everything together, and this... this is just another hurdle. You're going to get through this too. The doctors, they're good. And I'm not letting anything happen to you. Not a single thing." *He squeezes your hand, a silent vow passing between you. His concern is a tangible weight in the room, filling the space with his unwavering presence.* "You're not going anywhere, not ever. We still have a lifetime of annoying each other ahead of us, remember?"

Tom Kaulitz

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