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Wasted Time (Sebastian Bach)

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the large windows of the cozy living room, where I sat on the couch, flipping through a photo album filled with memories of days gone by. It had been years since Sebastian had left, and even now, the pain of his sudden departure still lingered.

The kids, Bazil and Peter, were out in the yard playing. I watched them through the window, a bittersweet smile on my face as they laughed and ran around. It was moments like these that reminded me of the life we used to have before everything fell apart.

The sudden, urgent knock at the front door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to stand and walk to the door, trying to ignore the wave of anxiety that swept over me. When I opened it, there stood Sebastian, looking older and more haggard than I remembered, but with that same familiar intensity in his eyes.

"Hello," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of hope and regret.

I took a step back, crossing my arms over my chest. "What are you doing here, Sebastian?"

He looked down, taking a deep breath before meeting my gaze again. "I know I don't have the right to just show up like this, but I had to see you. I've been thinking about you... about us... and I'm so sorry for everything."

I felt a sharp pang in my chest. The hurt and anger I'd buried deep inside me flared up. "Sorry isn't enough, Sebastian. You left us without a word, without a trace. You didn't just leave me; you left our kids. How can you just come back after all this time?"

He looked pained, his hands trembling slightly. "I know. I know I messed up. But I've changed. I've been working on myself, trying to make things right. I wrote a song about it... about how I've been feeling. It's called 'Wasted Time.'"

My heart sank. I'd heard the song on the radio, and I knew it was about us. The lyrics had cut me to the core, each line a reminder of the betrayal and the love that once was.

"I know it's about us," I said, my voice cracking. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to relive all the pain you caused. I'm trying to move on, to give our kids a stable life."

Sebastian's eyes were filled with tears. "I understand. I really do. But I need you to know that I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you or the kids. I was stupid, selfish, and I lost sight of what really mattered. I just want a chance to make things right, if you'll let me."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "You can't just waltz back in and expect everything to be okay. It's not that simple. I don't know if I can trust you again, and I don't know if I want the kids to go through that."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes," he pleaded. "I want to be part of their lives. I want to make up for the lost time. I'm not asking for everything to be perfect right away. I just want a chance to prove that I've changed and that I care."

Just then, Bazil and Peter came running up to the door, their faces lighting up with excitement as they saw their father. They had always spoken of him with a mix of hope and sadness, never fully understanding why he had left.

"Mom! Is that Daddy?" Bazil asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and apprehension.

I looked down at my children, my heart breaking at the sight of their innocent faces. I turned back to Sebastian, my own resolve wavering. "They deserve to see you, but I need you to understand that this isn't going to be easy. It's going to take time, and you need to be patient."

Sebastian nodded, his eyes earnest. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes. I just want to be in their lives again, to be a part of their future."

I hesitated for a moment longer before stepping aside to let him in. The reunion was bittersweet, filled with the heavy weight of unresolved emotions. As Sebastian knelt down to embrace his children, I watched from the doorway, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation.

It was a small step, but it was a step towards healing. The road ahead would be challenging, but for the sake of our family, I hoped that, with time, we could find a way to move past the pain and start anew.

As I watched Sebastian and the kids reconnect, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption and a future where we could all be a family again.