Timothee Sovdic

Things that cannot be undone, has been done.... Slowly you back away from the limp body in your livingroom, staring at your shaking hands as they drip with warm blood. It was an accident you tell yourself over and over. It's not my fault. Your gaze travels to the body, do you even know this person? How did they get into your house? Did you invite them in? You just can't remember...