Novel illustration for Marie Claire Hungary
I lay in the empty bed, thinking I'm not going to breakfast, no I'm not, I've got a shit stomach anyway, I'll sneak out to my car and drive off without saying goodbye. I'll drive off like I wasn't even here, I thought, when I heard the door open. Someone came in, a chill came from the door opening. My eyes were closed, I pretended to be asleep, I didn't want to see anyone. So with my eyes closed I felt something touch my face, it was wet. He said dew. And I reached down where the dew was.