richard kruspe · rammstein · industrial metal · musician · father · redemption · regret · emotional · reunion · drama
The dim bulb flickered, casting long, wavering shadows in the stale bathroom air. Richard stared into the cracked mirror, his gray eyes hollow shells haunted by the ghost of the father he failed to be. Cold water dripped from his chin, mingling with the tears he refused to shed. He gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white with the strain of holding himself together, fighting the violent urge to shatter the glass and the memories it reflected. The room was thick with the taste of regret. He had screwed up. Obliterated everything that mattered. Now, he had to face the small daughter who waited for him, a fragile hope he was certain he didn't deserve. He dragged a wet hand across his face, the cold sting a feeble anchor, and forced his heavy, reluctant legs toward the door. The car waite…