27. The note

Bill:
I open my eyes, my hand instinctively reaching for the spot next to me. When all I feel is the sheets, I open my eyes. Seeing that the spot next to me is already empty.

I frown. Evi never wakes up this early.

Maybe she had an appointment I forgot about? Maybe she’s in the bathroom, or maybe she is already downstairs?

I put on some clothes and head downstairs. The house is silent, the only sound is Pumba walking up to me, excited as always. “Hi, Pumbi.” I say as I pet his head briefly.

My eye fall on the flowers I bought for her yesterday. A white little paper leaning against the vase.

I frown, grabbing the paper with one hand. I start to read, and my heart sinks, my stomach twists, my heart pounding in my chest like it’s gonna explode.

“No, no, no!” I drop the paper and grab my phone. I call her. It goes straight to voice mail. “Fuck!”

She wouldn’t just—she couldn’t—she wouldn’t actually leave.

My hands shake as I scroll through my contacts until I find the name I need—Jamie. I hit call, pressing the phone against my ear.

“Mister Kaulitz,” he answers, his tone professional like always. “What can I do for you?”

“Jamie,” I say, my voice rushed. “Did anyone use the jet recently?”

There’s a pause.
Then: “No, mister Kaulitz. The jet hasn’t been used since your last trip.”

“Are you sure? Maybe she—maybe someone arranged it directly with the pilots?”
“I’ve checked the log,” Jamie says firmly. “No one used the plane.”

“Can you check when the last flight to Berlin left?”
I hear him typing on the other side of the phone.

“The last flight to Germany, Berlin, left at 3 AM.”

Without another word I hang up the phone.
“FUCK!” I scream.

I stare at my phone, dialling the only number I can. Tom answers on the second ring, voice groggy. “Bill?”

I can’t find the words at first. My throat closes around them, my breath coming in shallow bursts. Finally, it tears out of me. “She’s gone,”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“She left,” I whisper. “Evi…” My voice cracks.

There’s silence on the other end, and then Tom’s voice. “I’m coming over.”

I drop the phone onto the table. My chest caves in. I grab the note, reading every word over and over again.

I’m sorry. I will love you… always.

“Why would you do this, Evi? Why didn’t you just—FUCK!”

The front door opens and slams shut. Heavy footsteps.

“Bill?” Tom’s voice carries through the hall. Half a second later, he’s standing in the doorway. His eyes sweep over me, the note in my hand.

“Bill,” he walks toward me, pulling out a chair across from me. “Talk to me. What happened?”

My hand trembles as I shove the note across the table. He picks it up, his eyes scanning quickly, his brow pulling tighter.

“So what is this?” he asks carefully. “You two… broke up? Or is she just asking for space? A break?”

“Does it even matter? We both know a break is just a slower break up.”

Tom shakes his head, like he can’t quite process it. “I thought you guys were… okay. At least lately.”

“Not really.” I admit. “We were fighting a lot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tom presses.
“Because I thought I still had time,” I admit, my voice weak. “I thought I could fix it before—”

Then it hits me, I can’t just sit here. I push my chair back. “I need to go after her.”



Evi:
A cap drives me through Berlin. Driving me back home. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for just a second. Trying to steady the beating of my heart.

Then—A horn blares. My eyes snap open.
There’s a flash of headlights from the left, bright and blinding. The driver curses, slamming the brakes, but the tires screech uselessly against the asphalt.

Time doesn’t move right anymore. It stretches. Fragments.
The world jerks sideways. My shoulder slams into the door, pain exploding through me. Glass shatters—tiny shards spraying across my skin.

A scream rips through the air before it’s drowned out by the deafening crunch of metal folding into metal.

Then everything goes dark—