I sat up in my bed, cold sweats rolling down my cheeks. I sighed and laid back down. Just a dream... Relief washed over me as I came too in my bed. I walked downstairs and grabbed a thing of orange juice. I looked out the window and a whole different emotion washed over me. Sadness. They had told me it would be three months that they were to be gone, but it has been much much longer. Three years exact. They'd be adults now and probably have a life already, aside from their music career. I had followed their career from the shadows. I followed them on Twitter, having my own and detailing things that no one else would ever know about them. It was scary that I knew so much, but was so disconnected.
"Mein Schatz? Are you okay?" My mom asked walking up from behind. I smiled weakly.
"Ja, I am. Just tired." I walked back up to my room and slipped on my work clothes. I rushed downstairs and waved my mom a quick goodbye. I worked at one of the many Starbucks in town. It was the one place that I could actually get a job. Every time I was there, it was non-stop "basic" talk. It was boring, but my co-workers were alright. I almost fell asleep most of the time. But entering the coffee shop felt heavier than normal today. It was already packed to the brim with customers. They chatted hurriedly as I walked behind the counter.
"Hallo, Jeremy. What is everyone talking about?" I asked. Jeremy had messy blonde hair and was hands down the most attractive person in the store.
"Do you know that band, Tokio Hotel?"
"Of course I do. Why?" I asked.
"Well, apparently they are coming home for the holiday this year. Everyone has been freaking out about it." I flushed and smiled widely.
"They're coming home?" I said under my breath.
"What?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh, nothing!" I swear, the rest of that day went by the slowest, yet best, in months. I ran all the way home.
"Welcome home, Mein Schatz. How-" I cut her off with a bear hug.
"They're coming home, mutter! They're coming home!"
"Who is?!" She asked scared.
"Bill and Tom, they are coming home soon!" A smile spread across her petite face.
"That is great news! It will be nice to see those boys again. How long has it been?"
"Three years," I said, a hint of sadness I masked with a ridiculous smile. "I feel like I should get them something, but I don't know what..." I sat on the couch with my laptop and logged onto my Twitter feed. Low and behold, I found the most recent post from Bill, entitled "Going home! Can't wait to see everyone again!" With a selfie of him, Tom, Georg, and Gustav. I smiled and laid on the couch. For the first time in three years, I will see them again!
Come pain, come hell, see the halo.
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