Helena covered her face with her hands as she cried, with her now fiancé hugging her.
"Why are you crying?" Georg asked Helena, while he tried not to let the tears of happiness fall.
"I thought you'd never ask me!" Helena said, removing her hands to see her boyfriend. He just smiled and kissed her.

---

"MUAHAHAHA!!!!" Tom laughed out loud as he loaded the video where Shin attacked Gustav into YouTube, MySpace, Hi5, and other blogs. "OHOHOHOHO!!! I'M LOVIN' THISS!!!"
Bill took a bite of his slice of pizza and rolled his eyes. He was tired of the war. Sure, in less than 25 hours he had become a prostitute, but this war was going on too strong, and it was already exhausting. Tom hadn't changed his clothes, and his appearance was disgusting. He hadn't even eaten, and his stomach was always grumbling.
"Pizza." he ordered. Bill, lying on his back on the sofa, reached over to the table next to him and passed his twin brother another slice.
"You're welcome." Bill said in a grumbled voice as Tom swallowed it up.

"We've got no time to loose, Bill. We must get revenge on those faggots. Pizza." Tom said, still waiting for the uploading to take turn. Bill rolled his eyes again and put on his iPod when the phone rang. Tom was too mad and insane to listen to it. Bill picked it up and heard something,
"Hey Kaulitz."
"Manson! What's up, dude?"
"Hey, where have you been? Earth swallowed you or something? Man, I saw your naked ass on Internet. If I were gay, I'd cummed right in front of the monitor."
"Hehe, so very funny." Bill answered, and accidentally let out the raspy, goth voice he had used for months. The voice was the only thing that woke Tom up from his trance. The voice. WAS BILL TURNING GOTH AGAIN?!
"Look, I'm flying back to Germany for work, so I thought if we could hang out sometime." Marylin continued. Bill laughed
"I'd say, I don't know. What's up with my bassist dating a girl in France and my dorklocky bro turning mad, and you know we have this fight with those bitches." Bill replied again with the raspy voice.

"Shiiiiiit....." Tom thought.
"You guys, I'll take a walk. See ya later." Gustav said as he put on a jacket.
"Bye Gusti." Bill replied, waving as he kept talking.
Gustav got out of the apartment and walked down the street, with the wind kissing his face and waking him up instantly. He wondered how would Georg be right now, and wished that he had been out of the country to avoid all the humiliation that came with the scandal of them naked on a balcony.
"Gustav!"
Gustav turned around, but didn't saw anybody weird, or at least anybody calling him. When he was about to turn around and keep walking, the cry came back. It was that of a girl. She was running to catch up with him, and when she did, she stopped to catch her breath. Gustav started to study her and saw that she was very familiar. The girl wore a black, futuristic-like jacket and had white hair that contrasted with her light eyes and bronze skin.

"Hi" she said, once she caough her breath. She was tall and skinny, and then Gustav recognized her.
"Hey! Y-you're that...Gossy...Mopsy...uh..."
"Miss Topsy Vampyr, at youg segvice." Topsy replied, looking at Gustav's brown eyes, always talking with her strong, French accent. It was evident that she had started to study German just recently. Gustav blushed, thinking about how badly he had remembered the girl's name. Topsy just laughed and said,
"Don't woggy, you almost got it. Listen, I found out what my bgotheg and my fgiends did and um...I'm vegy soggy." Gustav noticed that she was feeling stressed by the language barrier and her accent. Gustav laughed.
"Hey, I speak a bit of French. You just tell me." he said in French. Miss Topsy looked at him with wide eyes, eyes that were very accentuated by her black make-up, and started to shriek.
"OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD! GUSTAV SCHAFER CAN SPEAK FRENCH!OHMYGOD!" She exclaimed in french, jumping up and down.
"Eh...you're a fan of ours, huh?" Gustav asked, smiling
"Of course! I'm sorry, I'm sounding like a crazy fan, but you guys are just amazing!" Miss Topsy replied.

"So, that's what I had to say. They can be jerks sometimes, but they're...well, I've got my brother there." Miss Topsy said as she and Gustav sat on a cafeteria, talking. Gustav ordered coffee, while Miss Topsy asked for water. Gustav noticed, as soon as Miss Topsy removed her jacket, that she had a tattoo of a lotto flower on her collarbone. She saw him looking at the tattoo and smiled.
"Like it?" she asked
"Well...yeah. I have one on my back." Gustav said, "I just can't show it right now. I've shown enough skin already."
Miss Topsy laughed, catching Gustav's attention. Her laugh was very harmonic and sweet. Like a girl's laugh.
"How old are you?" Gustav asked
"I'm turning seventeen this winter." Topsy said. Gustav's eyes widened.
"You travel all over Europe and you're only sixteen??!!" he asked
"So? You did the same two years ago." Topsy said, shrugging. Gustav had to accept that it was true, and smiled. Miss Topsy smiled and laughed again.
"Do you have any piercings or other tattoos?" Miss Topsy asked taking a sip of her water. Gustav moved his head as if saying no.
"Heard you do." Gustav said
"On my collarbone, the lotto flower. A tongue piercing, one on my ankle, some on my ears and a yin on my shoulderblade. Alaska has the yang." she said.

---

"My God! I'm so proud of you two!" Ms. Lafayette cried when Helena and Georg told her the news. Helena hugged her mom and then Ms. Lafayette actually hugged Georg. Georg hugged her back, and as soon as she continued congratulating them, Georg's cell phone started to buzz. After excusing himself, Georg went outside and checked his cell phone.
"Hallo?" he asked
"THE PERFECT REVENGE!!!!!!!" Tom's screams came through the cell phone. Georg had to put his cell phone at least four meters away from his ear.
“Dude! Dude! Relax! What’s going on?” he asked. He let Tom calm down before he told what he had planned. Georg had thought that Tom was kidding when he said the plan, but when Tom said that the plan was in action already, Georg stopped laughing.
“WHAT?! You what?!” Georg asked, not believing his ears.
“Yup! And…how’s everything going on in France?”
“Huh? Oh, em…I-”
“Is that Georg?” Georg heard Bill asking on the background, “I wanna talk to him!”
“You’re talking with Marylin!!” Tom replied. Georg could hear a fight between the twins, muffled, but yet present. “Gimme!” and “No!” were just some things that Georg could hear. Finally, Bill won the fight.
“Georg! Georg, hi!” Bill said, panting.

“Everything’s fine. I’m marrying Helena!” Georg said, excited.
“You’re fucking me up!!” Bill screamed, “Tom, Georg is marrying Helena!”
“Well at last!” Georg heard Tom reply, “Let me congratulate him!”
“Hi! Congrats, Georg! When is the wedding?” Tom asked
“I think in early summer.” Georg said.



Two days later, Georg and Helena were already on the airport. Helena was wearing Georg’s leather jacket, and was holding to Georg’s hand as they walked to Helena’s gate.
“I’m going to miss you.” Helena said as they got to the gate, with other people getting into it. She stepped in front of Georg and planted him a kiss. Georg smiled and kissed her back, cupping her face with his hands. He finally let her go, but she just hugged him. Georg hugged her back, stroking her wavy, black hair and kissing the top of her head.
“I can’t wait to see you again…in a wedding gown.” Georg whispered in her ear, after kissing her on the cheek. Helena smiled and looked proudly at her hand, where her diamond ring glittered. Georg kissed her one last time, and then Helena picked up her luggage and walked to the gate, looking back at Georg once again, smiling. He then walked to his own gate.

That same afternoon, Georg arrived to Germany, with Tom and Bill waiting for him. Bill smiled as soon as he saw him, his face lit up like a kid’s in Christmas.
“Georg!” he exclaimed, waving his hand. Tom turned around and smiled too as Georg walked towards them.
“We’ve got no time to loose, man. We just created the best way of getting revenge against Cinema Bizarre.” Tom explained as he, Bill and Georg got out of the airport. Georg sighed, getting tired of this war, but walked behind his bandmates.
“Guys, I think this war should stop before something happens. Seriously, I’m growing tired of this shit.” Georg said
“Well, that’s not new, you know. I’ve told Don Tom here the same crap, but he won’t listen.” Bill replied, sitting behind Georg as Georg sat next to Tom, who was driving.
“And I won’t listen until we banish those maggots from Earth!” Tom exclaimed. He kept driving with Bill by his side listening to his iPod and Georg on the back, daydreaming on his girlfriend…


But some days later, Georg received a call from an unknown number. He frowned slightly, but answered the phone anyway.
“Who’s it?” he asked
“Georg?” he heard Ms. Lafayette asking, her voice muffled, as if she had been crying.
“Ms. Lafayette?! What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked, leaving the room where he had been with the rest of Tokio and David Jost.
“Georg, my God! It was just four days before…oh God…” she said, still sobbing now and then.
“Ms. Lafayette, please. Breathe, relax. What’s going on?” he asked seriously, feeling cold on his arms, wondering what had happened. A fire? A tragedy? What had happened four days ago, anyway?!
“G-Georg…you…you…she loved you very much…” he heard. Now, he felt the cold extend to his heart and every inch of his body. Fear clawing on his heart.
“W-what happened to Helena?!” Georg asked, getting scared.
“I…I just found out this morning. I had to call you to tell you…” Ms. Lafayette was still sad and sobbing, but she had controlled herself a bit, “Helena died in a car accident.”
“WHAT??!! NO!!! NOO!!!” Georg screamed, his legs no longer supporting his body. He let himself fall on the floor. Ms. Lafayette hung up, but Georg kept screaming on the hallway. Tom, Bill, Gustav and David got out to see what was wrong. Tom knelt next to Georg, but he wasn’t paying any attention.

The next day was the funeral. Georg was all dressed in black, and the rest of the band attended in black and formal, in honor of Helena. Cinema Bizarre also attended after Yu found out about Helena’s death through her fan club. Georg’s eyes were red from all the crying, but he didn’t care about anybody who saw him like that. Who cared, anyway? Fans, paparazzis, Tokio Hotel, Cinema Bizarre, the other models, Helena’s parents, he no longer cared. Nothing cared. He felt as if he were turning crazy. He felt dizzy from so much sadness, heavy from so much guilt, sleepy from so much pain, madness from so much sorrow. Tom would now and then rub his shoulder to try to comfort him, but his senses had shut down. He couldn’t feel anything physical or emotional; he was completely numb. He walked towards the casket, where other people was talking. He hated funerals since his brother’s. Everybody was just crying, which just increased his sorrow and made him want to die in the spot.
He peeked into the casket, and saw his fiancée there, as if she were asleep, just like James had been. She wore the same green dress she had wore when he met her. Georg didn’t stop the tears that emerged from his eyes. He let them fall freely into the crystal that separated him from his girlfriend. There were fans out of the cemetery that had banners that said things like We’ll miss you, Helena! and We’re with you, Georg. But it didn’t matter. Losing Helena was like losing the other half of life that he had.

“Georg?” Phillipe’s voice came behind him. Georg turned around, just to see that Phillipe’s eyes were as red as his. Strify was a bit away from Georg and Phillipe, but was near enough to listen to the conversation.
“I’m very sorry.” Georg whispered
“Yeah. My most sincere condolences, Georg.” Phillipe said, placing a hand on Georg’s shoulder. Georg just nodded, but Phillipe was very serious.
“Georg, you know I’m a doctor.”
“Yeah.”
“Helena called me some time ago, about a problem she had…it involved you…”
Georg looked at him seriously too. But only for a short while. He looked away. Phillipe sighed, feeling the pain in his soul and preparing to give the news.
“Helena died being pregnant, Georg. With your baby.”
Strify couldn’t describe how much sorrow and pain was in Georg’s face. He then thought of the war. Stupid idea. If Helena didn’t wanted to be with him, it was because she loved him very much, and Georg loved Helena a lot, maybe even more than he loved himself. Strify walked back towards Cinema and said,
“C’mon, we’re leaving.”
“What about the funeral?” Kiro asked
“It doesn’t matter. Georg needs time alone, and so does Tokio Hotel.” Was the answer. Kiro looked around, while Cinema got up. He slowly got up, walked to the casket timidly, and whispered,
“Good-bye Helena. We’ll meet again sometime, won’t we?” and then he left.

Georg, meanwhile, kept looking at Phillipe with a face that asked him if he wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t trace any lie on Phillipe’s face.
“B…but…but sh-she n-never told me!” Georg stuttered, remembering the time Helena had started to cry, or when she told him she was a bit sick in the stomach. She had tried to tell him…why hadn’t she told him?!
“I’m very sorry, Georg. I really am.” Phillipe said sadly. Behind Georg, a deep voice said,
“So…you’re the guy who got my daughter pregnant…”
Georg turned around to meet a pair of blue, hard eyes. Helena’s father.
“Yeah, I’m her fiancé.” Georg replied. General Lafayette nodded and placed a hand on Helena’s casket, making Georg feel pissed. What did he thought he was, showing up on Helena’s funeral, when HE used to beat her?!
“If you will excuse me…” Gen. Lafayette said, before sighing and walking away.

Georg stayed all the ceremony, along with everybody else who attended the funeral. He was even the last ones to leave. It was already sundown, but he was still standing in front of Helena’s grave, which said,

Helena Nicole Lafaytte

December 1st, 1989-November 15th, 2008

HELENA L. X GEORG L.

Georg smiled a bit, knowing that it had been Ms. Lafayette’s idea to put that on the stone. Tokio Hotel was right next to him, looking either at Georg or at the grave.  Georg heard some steps behind him, but didn’t realize that they were looking for him until Strify’s voice came out.
“I’m very sorry.”
“What are you doing here, Strify?” Bill spat, turning around to look at Cinema Bizarre.
“I’m here to say my condolences to Georg. And…to apologize. We haven’t been very fair to you guys lately.” Strify said with genuine sincerity. Bill raised his pierced eyebrow.
“It’s true! Look…I’m sorry for the blackmail, Tom. And for taking the drunk clips from your cell-”
“So it was YOU?!” Bill asked, bewildered, and angry. Tom hung his head.
“Yeah, but don’t blame him. WE published them, after all.” Yu said, taking a step forward.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry I smashed Gustav’s head and burned the place…” Shin said shyly.
“I’m sorry I called you a fag, Bill.” Kiro said
“Aaand…?” Luminor asked, looking at Kiro. Kiro returned him a bewildered gaze.
“What do you mean ‘and’?! YOU did evil stuff too!!!” Kiro said. Bill smiled a bit. Georg kept looking at Helena’s grave.
“Yeah…Um…we’re sorry we published your embarrassing things on your concert. Your stuff’s still in our apartment, though.” Tom said, scratching the back of his neck.
“And for the ‘porn video’…and the phone prank.” Bill added, glaring at Tom.
“So it was YOU!!” Kiro exclaimed.

“The point is…that we’re sorry. Bye.” Strify said, and Cinema Bizarre walked away. But then, Tom remembered something.
“Kiro! Wait!” he exclaimed, running behind the Visual Kei group. Kiro turned around in time to see Tom stop in front of him and pull out something delicately from his pocket, trying not to ruin it.
“I believe this is yours.” He said, giving Kiro the photo of his mom. Kiro actually smiled, and a fine border of tears welled up in his eyes.
“Thanks. This means a lot to me, you know. My mom died in a plane accident when I was three.” Kiro said, still smiling. He hugged Tom quickly, as a way of thanking him, and ran back with his friends. When Tom went back to the grave, however, Gustav was taking Georg away. Bill was waiting for him.
“You little liar…” he whispered, enraged.
“Bill, I can explain, I-”
“I hope you can! You wanted to have a good laugh with the two drunk Goths, huh?! What do you think, that I have no feelings? That it would be cool to laugh about your drunken brother?” Bill yelled. ”
“Bill! It’s not that! I-” Tom tried to defend himself, but Bill didn’t wanted to listen.
“You just want your innocent, stupid brother, huh?! Well, I’m not believing anything anymore!!” Bill screamed as he walked out of the cemetery. Tom followed him.

“Bill! If you’d just listen to me!” he said.
“Who cares? Who here cares one bullshit about me?! I’ve got a lot of things to tell you before I let you speak, Tom. And the first one is that YOU ARE A SON OF A-” Bill couldn’t finish, because all of a sudden, a beep cut off his sentence. Bill and Tom turned their heads just in time to see a huge bus two centimeters away from Bill’s face. Bill’s face distorted with fear, but it didn’t stop the bus from running over him. Tom stood there, shocked, as he heard his brother scream, passing down on the tires. Gustav and Georg came running to see what had happened. Tom got back his coherence in time as the driver got down and Bill’s whines and screams pierced through his brain.
“YOU IDIOT!!! YOU HURT MY BROTHER!!” Tom screamed, punching the bus driver. Georg called the ambulance, and in a few moments, they were removing Bill from under the bus, and the authorities were arresting the driver, who was drunk. They were trying also to control Tom, who wanted to kill the driver with his hands.
Bill was rushed to the hospital, but Gustav told Tom that he’d take Georg home. Once in the apartment, Gustav asked Georg if he wanted anything to eat. Georg just told him that he needed to use the bathroom. Once there, Georg opened the window, climbed out into the fire ladder, and went up until he reached the rooftop. There, he stood on the edge, and cried.

“LORD!!” He screamed, “Why do you hate me?! What did I did that deserves this?! Did I ever hurt you?! YOU HAVE EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD, DAMNIT! I ONLY HAD ONE BROTHER AND ONE TRUE LOVE!! YOU TOOL THEM AWAY FROM ME!!”
Flashbacks of James and Helena rushed into his eyes. Flashbacks of his experiences. The flashback of his life. It hurt him deeply to remember that smiling older brother, and those silver eyes… Georg stepped back from the border and knelt down.
“Jesus…” he asked, this time crying and sobbing all the tears that he hadn’t cried in Helena’s and James’s funerals, “Jesus, what do you want from me? What did I do wrong to deserve this? Do you hate me, or something?” He covered his face and kept sobbing, the cold gusts of air dancing along his hair and cooling his tears and his heart. “Why do you do this? Why do you hate me? God, please, please, help me!” He wanted to kill himself. There was nothing else on his life right now, anyway. The two people that he loved the most were gone. How ironic, he was going to suicide just like in ‘Spring Nicht’…an anti-suicide song…screw anti-suicide…

“Georg!” Gustav called, opening the bathroom door, “Geo-shit!! Georg!”
He ran to the window and crawled out of the bathroom into the fire ladder. He looked around and heard some sobs up on the roof. Before he could say anything, he saw a body fall at a fast speed in front of him. He was stupefied for a second, and then he screamed at the top of his lungs,
“GEORG!!!!!!!!”


…2 days later…

Bill was eating his Froot Loops on the hospital, while watching Scrubs. The accident had been very severe, and he was healing a broken arm, a twisted ankle and had already closed his bleeding stomach. Next to him, Georg was sound asleep. He had entered the hospital just two days after Bill did, but his column was broken and he had been in coma for a day. He had woken up at night, and slept.
When Georg finally woke up, Bill looked at him severely and said,
“I heard you tried to suicide…”
“Yeah…I think I was too damn sad…” Georg said in a low tone of voice. Bill sighed.
“Georg, Helena died, but how do you think she’d react right now if she found out that you tried to kill yourself? That wouldn’t fix anything. You have us, Georg. You know you can count on us for anything.” Bill said gently but firmly. Georg nodded slowly. Bill looked at him and said,
“You…you never told us that Helena had…she was…”
“Pregnant.” Georg said bitterly. Bill nodded and stayed quiet. Georg continued, “She never told me, you know. She tried to, but I guess she was too ashamed to say. She was only 19! But…I could have helped her…in any way, but I could have…”
“You did. She used to be very unsure. I read somewhere in an article about her, about how uneasy she was about guys, but you changed her. And she changed you. You were uneasy with girls, too.” Bill replied.


EPILOGUE
…2 months later...

Cinema Bizarre and Tokio Hotel came to a peace treaty. Georg went to a psychologist for some time until he could manage to feel the mixture of feelings and the trauma he had. Sometimes, he remembered the old gypsy’s prediction, and other times he remembered Helena’s prediction:

I see…something glowing and sparkling at your hand…something that will mean so much for you…true love is right on front of you…but the eternal rest will come before you want it...and there’s a treasure from a union that he will regret…

After a year of dating, Kiro proposed to Saora. She accepted, and their wedding was made in July in the beach.

Luminor got another girlfriend, and so did Strify.

Bill agreed to do another featuring with Lipslap, and finally left behind his gothic stage.

Georg finally got rid of all the stress, but has refused to date anybody. He tattooed his arm with a couple of silver, shiny eyes with long eyelashes in honor of Helena, along with silver letters tattooed that say:

Georg L. X Helena L. fur immer