Prologue

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"Trust takes years to build, seconds to break and forever to repair." I read that quote to myself every now and then and when I did, it put a smile on my paper-white face. Not because I was happy but because it reminded me of how gullible I was and it was stupid. You know sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for, ends up being the one behind the trigger and that's exactly what happened to me. I was willing to give my all to Chresanto I thought he felt the same way too but he stabbed me in the back when a little pea of spotlight came running my way. I guess that was my punishment for falling in love with my opponent. Ever since then, I gave up on my fantasy, I guess Chresanto really knocked my confidence. I never dared to touch a pen and paper unless I was writing. Not writing lyrics, God forbid... but instead writing stories. That was my new dream and I knew better than to enter a book writing contest, I wasn't into that de ja vu shit.

I was naive back then just the average Japanese beauty from the countryside. I was living life, I wasn't drowned in riches but we did cope. My father, Kazumi-San was a fishmonger. It wasn't much but who was complaining? At least he had a job and it kept us eating anyway. My mother Ren-San worked as an humanistic therapist and for extra income she taught yoga for young adults. She taught in our home, we had a big garage so she converted it into a back room to occupy her yoga class. I liked the members of my mum's yoga members, they were always nice to me and best believe there were cute guys. Anuway after my wild dreams of becoming a teenage singing sensation, I thought that if I couldn't bring myself to vocalise again then I might as well turn my thoughts and lyrics into a story. That's spot on what I did, I wrote a story, Infact, I'm writing it as the brainworks come in, it's called Judas Kiss and your reading it write now.

Let me go make a couple of pages...
I'm sure you want to know what happened between me and my ex lover Chresanto.

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