The Judas Kiss

Charlene Joyce Dizon

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The Judas Kiss

“I’m sorry, you have to keep an eye on yourself first.” he said, wearing a fake shamefaced as I watched him saying those nasty words on public. I’m forcing to avoid my shabby tears from falling down through my warmth hollow face. I don’t even notice the strangers passing right through us. We’re almost half an hour standing in the aisle, listening to his lame reasons, with bow heads. Then he said, “Hope you understand.” I just lift my head up and look at him then turn my back for instance. But, he hold my arm then says, “Oh c’mon! Don’t leave it that way.” I just take a look back, give him a fierce look straight right into his guilt-ridden eyes and the moment he saw me crumpling my exam paper on Math so hard, he let go his hands. And that’s when I leave without saying and complaining anything he said. So, I started to run to escape the fact he want me no more, he wants me out of his life and out of my life. I feel so alone, so chaotic. Like the earth flip-out of the orbit and kick-out from the solar system then crashed into a pit full of gigantic suns. I just continued to cut and run out of nowhere like my foot was on fire. I even thought I heard him cried, I even thought I heard him calling out my name then I look back. But, there’s no one cashing me and stopping me not to leave unlike before and not anymore. To my disillusionment, that is when I burst out into tears, can’t stand the pressure and the baggage of milestone. I just ended up going home, the safest place in town.

It was weeks before the welcome party for all the common first year in college, and I’m having a class on that Friday afternoon. Well, it’s quite annoying that time it was dramatically blazing hot inside the room. Like an oven chamber or something. Imagine, there is four block sections with different behaviors, unique personalities, familiar and unfamiliar faces, and mystifying lifestyle along with one tiresome professor in a dusty...