Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz

she's set thorns around my heart.

Here's the translation of this song if you need it, I swear the title will make a lot more sense🫶🏻
https://songlations.livejournal.com/4665.html

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The next morning I woke up a bit later, around 10 a.m.
I had a bad feeling in my chest, I felt empty at the thought of the night before, and that made me feel lonely, thinking that I had to wake up without Tom next to me.

Sighing, I stared at the ceiling, forcing myself to think that I made the right decision, to avoid storming into his room and take him back like nothing ever happened.

After at least half an hour, which I spent looking around my room, I packed the strength I needed to get up from the bed and go downstairs to the kitchen.
Whilst I walked through the corridor, I noticed that Bill's door was opened, and his room empty.

'Bill?', I called him from the top of the stairs, but not one replied

I then turned my phone on, on which I found his message which told me that him and Tom went out to a work meeting.

I took advantage of being home alone to step into the kitchen and eat something, because I knew my hunger would've passed once I saw Tom.
I opened the fridge to take an orange juice, and I made myself an avocado toast.
I tried to eat at least half of it, but I couldn't, I felt my stomach close itself to the point where I couldn't even drink.
I decided to leave the toast inside of the microwave, in case one of the boys wanted to eat it.

I went back upstairs, to go back into my room and study as much as I could, but Tom's half closed door caught my attention.
I didn't know why, but I felt the need to go inside of his room, letting his perfume fill up my lungs enough to calm me down for a few hours.

I looked at his clothes, which where laying on the floor as usual, and I carefully folded them on top of his bed, wiping the dust off of them.
I then walked to the closet, opening the doors and hanging his clothes, which where thrown messily all over his closet.
I opened the windows to let some fresh morning air come inside, and I accurately made his bed.
After sweeping the floor and cleaning it a bit, I looked around the room, which was surely more presentable.
I didn't know why I felt the need to do such a thing for him, but it made me feel at peace with myself.

I sat briefly on his bed, remembering the few days we spent together while he was laying on top of my chest, and I was about to leave when I laid my eyes on the door of his studio.

I stepped into the room, looking at all the guitars hanging from the wall, touching some of them, which I knew were really expensive.
The studio was beautiful, as always, it was the only organised thing Tom had in his room, but in that moment I noticed something unusual standing in the middle of it.
Tom put a beautiful and brand new keyboard, carefully resting on top of its stand, and what seemed to be a letter with my name on it put on top of it, next to an envelope

I walked closer to the black keyboard, with my mouth opened: it was a Yamaha's keyboard, and I could've only imagined how much it costed.
It was quite big, with a screen installed right above the power button.
Before turning it on, however, I opened the letter, and, a little bit hesitant, I read what was written on it.

'I don't know when you'll read this letter, I don't know if you'll ever read this, if you'll decide to forgive me.
This is your birthday gift, I know we couldn't celebrate it after everything you've been through, and the only thing I would've wanted is to see your smile at the sight of this keyboard.
I know what it means to play to you, I get it, so enjoy this gift for as long as you want to, you can always use it whenever you want, and you'll always be welcomed into this room, even if we fight.
I love you blondie.
P.S: I printed the music sheets of our new songs for you.'