Cold Star

Peace were reigning in this wide room full of crowd. Prayers began and played while everyone are holding their hands for stronger connection.

After praying, I began walking at the red carpet with my blue jacket on me.

Like a star, I got their attention—their eyes darted to my whole being as I silently walk to the priest who's smiling genuinely at me now.

My phone rang and I responded coldly.

"It's time," then he hanged up.

My lips formed into cold grin then slowly, I showed them what a dying star like as I unzip my jacket.

"This is the latest news, an explosion occurred in the Jolo Church by a suicide bomber."