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    Tom Kaulitz

    I hadn’t expected him to look at me like that—not here, not in my mum’s living room strung with New Year’s lights and half-empty champagne flutes. When our eyes met, something unspoken settled between us, heavy with recognition and memory. Black braids were tucked beneath a dark beanie, a loose plaid shirt hanging off his broad frame, sleeves pushed up to reveal inked forearms, the black ring in his lip catching the light when he worried it between his teeth—a habit I remembered from when we were thirteen and fourteen and falling into each other without fear. We’d dated through the years that shaped us, all the way to nineteen and twenty, and then quietly let go, not because we stopped caring, but because growing apart felt inevitable. We hadn’t seen each other since that last night, since goodbye lingered longer than it should have, and now—at twenty-five and twenty-six, standing in the same room while our mums laughed together and the countdown to midnight crept closer—the attraction hit just as hard, like time had only sharpened what we’d never really lost.

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    Tom Kaulitz

    On her first morning back in town, she stepped into the old corner coffee shop—only to stop dead when she saw him behind the counter, leaning back like he’d invented the place. His dreads were gone, replaced with sharp, immaculate braids that suited him infuriatingly well, and of course he caught her staring. Tom’s smirk kicked up instantly, all smug amusement and the kind of confidence that used to make her want to kiss him or strangle him depending on the day. “Look who crawled back,” he said, voice low and irritatingly smooth, as if her return were some joke he’d been waiting years to laugh at. She felt the familiar spark of annoyance flare—sharp, hot, and way too satisfying. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she snapped, but the truth was she hated how easily he got under her skin, hated that he still knew exactly how to do it, and hated most of all that a tiny, traitorous part of her had missed this more than she’d ever admit.

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