Stigmalion
My name is Dolores McBride, and I was born with an extremely rare allergy. Touching other people burns me badly. I can't kiss a guy, hug my parents, or leave the house without putting on gloves. I am untouchable. I basically live in a cursed castle, which holds me prisoner, and punishes me with burns and scars every time I try to escape. I even thought up a name for my prison: Stigmalion. The idea that I'll spend my whole life a prisoner of this diagnosis, and that I'll die a prisoner of it, no longer makes me depressed. I don't bother dreaming that they'll invent a cure for my disease, and I don't count on meeting someone who won't scorch me with his touch.What use is that tenacious feeling, hope? But what if, one day, I do decide to escape Stigmalion? What if, one day, I learn the meaning of a touch, an embrace, a kiss? Can I experience that insanity? That freedom? Even... love?…