The Prey

Judas left.

And I was still not feeling well.

My head was light, my body weak, but none of that mattered. Not when he had just walked away. Not when I had seen the look in his eyes before he left.

He was hurting, I could tell.

I didn’t know why it made my chest feel tight. Didn’t know why the sight of him storming off like that made me want to chase after him.

But I did.

My legs moved before I could think. I ran after him, my hospital gown billowing in the night air, but it was useless.

By the time I reached the exit,...