I try not to think about it too often, because I know nobody could ever love someone as horrible as me…
I mean, just think about it.
I'm a liar, I'm greedy, and worst of all, I'm a traitor. I deserve to die a horrible, slow, painful death. I deserve to be tortured. I deserve to burn in Hell…
"Judas, are you okay?"
I cringed at the sound of Maggie's voice. I loved her so so much, but she always asked questions that made me so feel sick and hurt. And, it just reminded me of all the reasons I could never deserve a girl as sweet and innocent as Maggie.
My voice came out harsher than I had intended it too. Maggie winced, almost as if I had just hit her.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay." Maggie sighed, and sat down on the dirt floor beside me. "Y'know, we're all worried sick about you. You've been sitting here for hours, just staring at the wall, doing nothing…"
"Oh, I was just thinking…" I replied softly.
"What about?" She placed her hand on my shoulder, and leaned closer.
Before I could stop myself, I said, "You."
Maggie blushed, her face turning redder than a tomato. "O-Oh…R-really? That's sweet of you Judas… Really sweet...Sometimes, I think of you too."
I turned to look her straight in the eyes; her beautiful, perfect, blue eyes. And as she looked into mine, I couldn't help but feel sorry; sorry that she had to look into an evil man's eyes. And even worse still, that she hadn't known any of the evil things these eyes had seen.
"Umm, I've gotta go… I'll talk later…" Maggie patted my back, and rushed out of the room, leaving me to think again.
Does she really think about me? Does she really care?
I smiled at the thought.
Someone loves me… Someone finally cares.