They say she comes in response to the cries of an unwilling bride the night before her wedding. For she was once such a maiden, wearing a dress she didn't want, forced into the arms of a man she did not choose. They say that rather than face her fate, she set off onto the moors with a single lantern for company, never to be seen alive again. And yet sometimes, she is still seen, out in the darknes...
One: the number of Google searches it took for me to go, "Oh my god. This is me. There's a word for it."
Two: the number of times I had to come out to my mom.
The first time, I thought I might be bi, or maybe gay. All I knew is that I maybe had a crush on a girl, now, and when I told my mom, she stood up and hugged me.
The second time, she said, "That's just how all girls are. You don't want sex ...