• He didn't know what to say. Strong odour of cheap used perfume mixed with whiskey revealed his position in the night. She waited impatient on the sofa for his unshaven face to peek through the door. He stood in front of the door, motionless. How could he let something so stupid happen. He felt selfishness break through his skin. Cold shiver of fear ran down his spine. He reeked of excuses. In his eyes you could see the wrong deed he committed. He reaches for the handle and opens the door. Questions like swarm of bees attacks him. She's worried but doesn't know. He stands there motionless.
    Waiting...for his death sentence. Like the electroshock death he closes his eyes and whispers "Sorry, i cheated"