Jeff stood there frozen, the knife in his grip was still warm, the blade was slick with blood.
It clung to his fingers, which is a vivid reminder of what had just happened. Drops of blood slid slowly from the blade's tip, landing on the ground with quiet, steady splashes.
His heart pounded, each beat echoing in his ears like a war drum. It wasn't a mix of fear and panic rather... it was silence.
A strange, heavy silence that wrapped around him, muting everything else.
The world seemed to slow, the chaos fading into the background. No shouting, no footsteps, no voices, its just only that stillness.
And in that silence, he felt something unfamiliar.
It was something that should have not belonged to someone who had just taken a life. He wanted to scream.
At this moment on he really wanted to vomit, he wanted to deny the blood on his hand. But instead, he felt a cold clarity wrapping around his thoughts.
