Reconnected (Tokio Hotel FanFic)

Prologue- Wir Sterben Niemals Aus (We'll Never Die Out)

(Original Version)

Wir bleiben immer, schreiben uns in die Ewigkeit/ Ich weiss das immer, irgendwo was bleibt/ Wir fühlen, wir sind fürs Ende nicht bereit/ Wir sterben niemals aus, Ihr tragt uns bis in alle Zeit

(English Translation)

We stay here and write ourselves into eternity/ I know that always somewhere something remains/ We feel that we are not ready for the end/ We'll never die out, you'll carry us always- Tokio Hotel- Wir Sterben Niemals Aus

Prologue

July 13th, 2005

​"It's beautiful, isn't it?" my mum asked, her eyes filled with awe. An enormous camera hung from a strap weighing down her neck, but that didn't affect her.

​The iron tower looming above us stretched endlessly into the morning sky. What would Paris be without it? Of course there were countless other attractions that lured tourists to France, but the city just wouldn't be the same.

​Smells of pastries occupied the air, making my mouth water. I could taste their deliciousness with every breath consumed. Nothing compared. Even with touring all of Europe this summer, Paris definitely won top spot.

​The sun already peaked above the buildings, awakening the city to another day. Bonjour was exchanged in the streets, greeting each other to a new morning. Happy as ever, I strolled down the lightly shuffling roads as if there was no care in the world.

​Door bells jingled as I pushed open the café door allowing the scent of coffee swirl to my nose, reviving my senses.

​"Bonjour Madame. Je voudrais un chocolat et un café, s'il vous plaît."

​"Ça fait cinq euros, Mademoiselle."

​Within minutes I found myself outside once again watching the streets bustle with activity. ​Despite the noise, I felt at peace. I had found my missing piece, I felt at home.

​Reaching for my hot chocolate, I downed the rest, not bothering to conserve it, as it had already lost most of its heat. "I'll be back." My mum's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You can join me if you want, sweetie."

​"No, I think I'll stay here for a while. We can meet back at the hotel," I responded, surprising myself, for I loved to help mum with her job as a photographer journalist.

​After only a few minutes by myself, I started wandering the streets wanting to explore worlds unknown.

​Ump left my lips inaudible as I ran into a hard object.

​The boy spoke softly, "Je regrette." His voice definitely didn't originate from France; there was an accent laced in that I couldn't place. Swiping his bangs from where his eyes should've been were darker than black sunglasses appearing to purposely conceal his looks, yet he stared at me straight in the eye. The mask held cold, but if the sunglasses were to be removed, I swear there would've been fear deep in his eyes.

​"No I-I'm sorry, I-I should've been watching w-where I was going."

​Swiftly stepping around me he left without another word, though he looked back once more as I was left standing in his midst.

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July 27th, 2005

​Another country, a new city, some other town, but I couldn't complain. This was the only quality time I ever spent with mum as she was always disappearing for work, traveling by herself, while I busied myself with school.

​We are staying at the heart of German culture, Weimar, this city Mum always spoke of visiting. Well, she always wanted to travel Germany in general. Nothing could've stopped her from sightseeing since we had traveled to Europe.