ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ || Tom Kaulitz

Key to freedom.

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BANG

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FLASHBACK:

Christine : Oh Hagen look she's perfect.
She has your eyes.
Hagen : You're right my dear, she's an angel, Georg will love her.
Christine : I just know they'll stick together forever.
Hagen : what should we name her love?
Christine : I don't know...oh, what about May?
Hagen : May...its perfect.

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MAY'S POV:

My body jolts.

BANG

Again.

Tom and Bill duck behind the car, taking me with them. I look at Tom, he's crying, I can't hear him clearly, I look down at my body,

I was shot twice.

I start to struggle to breathe. I cough. I feel liquid spill out of my mouth, blood.

Is this the end for me?

Why?

Is freedom too much to ask for?

Wait.

Maybe..

Maybe this is my Key To Freesom.

I feel my head start to fall back, my eyes become heavy.

Gone.

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TOM'S POV:

I let May out of my arms and walk her to the car

BANG

I feel May's body jolt next to me, she stops in her tracks.

BANG

Again. She jolted before any more shots, I dragged her behind my car, along with Bill. I looked at her, she was wounded, badly. She had been shot twice in the stomach. My eyes start to swell up with tears. I put my hands on May's shoulders.

"MAY, CMON STAY WITH ME MAY"

She just looks at me. Then she looks down.

"MAY JUAT PAY ATTENTION TO ME, CMON STAY AWAKE YOU'LL BE OKAY"

She looks at me, and smiles. It's a genuine smile. Like she realised something, like this is what she longed for. I see her head start to drop,

"NONONO MAY PLEASE, STAY WITH ME" I scream, tears bawling from my eyes.

Her head finally drops, I stay still. She's not breathing.

"MAY? MAY MAY CMON"

I say, shaking her body, Bill breaks into tears but tries to keep it together,

"Tom we have to go" He says to me.

I pick her up, placing her in the back and I speed off, I don't care about no speed limit. She better live.

We arrive at the hospital, I rush May in, screaming

"PLEASE SHES BEEN SHOT TWICE AND SHES NOT BREATHING"

Doctors and nurses immediately rushes to my side, taking May and rushing her to the emergency room. They told us we had to wait, since we weren't related. We were taken to the waiting room, I was still sobbing my eyes out. Bill was trying to calm me down.

30 mins pass and Bill had called everyone, the boys and her band too. Georg was bawling his eyes out the whole time. Fuck it hurts so bad.

2 hours later, a doctor comes to us.
We all stand up.

"Please doc, how is she?" Georg said.

The doctor stayed silent.

Oh god no.

"I'm sorry" He spoke.

"May Listing died at 4:32 on the surgery table."

I stood there, in disbelief.

Georg burst out in tears.

We all cried.

"I'm sorry for your loss" He said, walking away.

I sat down.

There's no way.

She couldn't be...

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2 YEARS LATER.

TOM'S POV:

Hey May,

2 years, it's crazy, isn't it?
I'm sorry tou had to go out like this. You didn't deserve any of it.
I wish I could turn back time and save you, but I know you wouldn't like that. I know you wanted freedom. And you achieved it. I hope you're doing good up there, don't forget about me,

I love you.

Tom.

Everytime it's been a year, I've written a letter to May. I still can't put it together. I can't believe she's really gone.

Ever since she's gone, I've been the worst. I had no motivation to do anything. One of our tours were canceled due to her death. Georg was broken. Jen was comforting him everyday. I tried to keep it together, we all did. The girls stopped their music, they couldn't keep going. They didn't have the guts to get a new singer, nor do it themselves. I don't blame them.

As broken as we were, I know that May would want us like this. She would want us to pursue our dreams. To not give up on anything no matter what, I know that.

Me and the boys started to get motivation again, we started to perform, we didn't dwell on the bad times. We focused on the good things. Every show we would sing one of May's songs. We visited her Garve a few times, Georg more than others.

Dylan had been put in prison, along with his men. Deserved.

I miss her, I really do.

But I know that I'll never forget her.

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HOLD UP, before you go...you don't think it's over? Do you? 🤣

P.s Tom is in his braid era now

Hint for next chapter : Familiar faces, impossible factors. 😉