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In die Nacht

Engelse oneshot.
Tokio Hotel, Tom Kaulitz.
Geen TC.

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Stupid people! How could they ever think we were involved? Just judge us on what they see and what they read on the fucking internet. They don’t ask, but just take it and spread the rumors around. Apparently they thought In die Nacht was some kind of porn song. But it’s not. It’s a metaphor. If we go, we go together, into the night, since we don’t like to say death.
I really do love Bill. As a brother. I thought fans are supposed to support you, but ours just spread rumors about twincest. Come together, go together, is what we’ve always said. And actions speak louder than words, but right now I’m not really in the ‘action’ mood. Why did Bill have to leave me? He is so much stronger at some things. Like this. I’ve been standing at the top of this building for seven hours now, just thinking about our time together. All the times we were on the stage together, how it started out with the two of us, and how Gustav and Georg came with us very soon. They will cry of course, I realize, but they will not feel what I feel.
I feel like a part of me has gone. The better part. The part that keeps me standing at times I feel like falling down. Then why am I still standing here, I ask myself. Bill isn’t here anymore, he cannot keep me from falling, so why don’t I fall into the dark gap, hoping to find him there?
I think about how we were standing at the stage in front of all those screaming and fainting girls, and how we smiled at each other, always knowing exactly what the other was thinking about. I cannot say the best moments were those that we were alone. That’s what all those stupid people think, and they’re to blame for his damned suicide. Our best moments were those we were far away from each other and still felt each other’s thought. That’s what we are twins for. We knew we knew.
Time goes by, and I let it go. I think about Bill singing me songs. Mostly I think of In die Nacht, since we wrote it together, for each other. If I die, that’s the song that’s supposed to race through my head. In one second I hear Spring nicht, but it immediately fades away when I remember Bill’s face. I smile. I smile all the time. The first thing that I did when I heard he was gone, was running up to the roof. I never came off, I never cried. I could not, because he wasn’t there. At every single time I cried in my entire life, Bill was there to comfort me. But now he cannot, so I’m not even going to start.
Are this my final thoughts, my thought before suicide? I wonder. “Yes,”� I say out loud. I turn my back at the street and fall backwards from the roof into the wild. “Bill…”� I whisper, I do not scream, because it’s a wonderful end. I feel a tear on my cheek. That’s the sign that tells me I should go to my brother now. We’ll be reunited forever. And ever. Come together, go together, right?

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