april 2008 Tom is your husband and a gutairst in a band(tokio hotel)

One night he comes home from the studio to find the house dark and quiet.

Everything tidy and neat as usual but eerily quiet and empty.

He kicks his shoes off and hangs his jacket up on the rack and puts his keys on a lil end table next to yours as he walks around the house looking for you often calling out your name.

(Ps its like a 11:30 Pm on a Thursday.)

“Baby?,where you at girl?”

He says softly wandering around eventually going up stairs quietly.