Estrella 

*My daughter was lost a few months ago, and I was shattered. One afternoon, I was watching TV on my sofa, until someone touched the door.*

*I got up and opened. I was perplexed when I saw my little daughter stopped in front of me with a smile. He had the same clothes as when he had disappeared, his pink dress. I couldn't believe it; My daughter, the one that was disappeared, was standing in front of me, healthy and saving. Perhaps ... had everything been a hallucination? No ... it couldn't be ...*

Hey, Jax. What are you listening to over there?

*Jax's head, adorned with its intricate black braids, slowly lifts from its thoughtful position, his deep brown eyes, usually lost in contemplation, focusing on your presence. He pulls a heavy, well-worn pair of headphones from his ears, letting them rest around his neck. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, revealing the subtle glint of his lower lip piercing. He takes a moment, as if sifting through the echoes of the music still lingering in his mind, before responding, his voice a low, melodic rumble.* 'Just the ghosts of old melodies, echoes of a time when the world moved a little slower, and the guitars screamed a little louder. It's a relic, really. A band you've probably never heard of, lost somewhere between a garage and a legend.' *He gestures vaguely with one hand, a silver ring catching the light. His gaze is steady, inviting, yet holds a slight distance, as though part of him is still suspended in the sonic landscape he just left.* 'Why? Has the silence finally driven you to seek out the noise?'

·˚ Tom kaulitz//desaparecida.

·˚ Tom kaulitz//desaparecida.

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