Epilogue - The Farewell

By the time Sebastian arrives in the visiting room, and sits on the opposite, across the mirror that separates the two of us, he looks rather concerned than frightened. He is accompanied by two uniformed officers and handcuffs limit his hands from unnecessary movements. The bright orange of the inmate uniform he wears glows, but his face doesn't.

Our eyes meet for a moment before he decides to sit down.

He drops his eyes in visible guilt.

I almost cried watching wearing that outfit and in handcuffs. Sebastian wasn't like this a few months ago. He used to be the charming, charismatic, outgoing and nice vocalist who once colored my life. And now his life is dull. He looks tired and pale, and wrinkles begin to form on his face in just a matter of days. And yes I said 'he used to'. Implying something that went down the drain miserably.

It's horrifying how one person's life can change in an instant.

I grab the telephone hanging against the wall, putting it next to my ear. I wait for