The Order

My eyes began swelling but tears wouldn't come out. I've already cried every night since the trial awaiting for a miracle to help me become "normal" like the others.

Lost in thought I didn't notice the approaching boy. As he came closer I took in his appearance.

He was cute.

I bit my tongue hard remembering the rules. #65. Appearance does not matter and one that notices appearance is one that is a whore. The memory of that lecture flashed in my head, the minster looking directly at me, all the girls laughing.

Whore. Whore. Whore. I am a whore.