He stands there holding the pole unable to breathe due to his cough. The ladies sitting next to him seem to not get bothered by his condition. And these were the ones calling themselves perfect. If this is perfect I would love to be flawed. Looking at him makes me remember my grandpa. I should be doing something for him. The small bag with apples falls from his hand. He isn't able to stand that's how bad his condition has become. All I think about at the moment is to run towards him. I slide towards him to get hold of him before he falls on the bus floor. Thankfully he is saved. I take out the silver bottle from my bag and help him drink some water. In some moments I realized what I had done. The horrified look on his face made me realize it. Who gets scared after being helped. Well the flawed in our community do. Flawed ones who aren't our country we have a court which decides who is perfect and who is flawed. According to our flaws we are branded and never allowed to mix with the perfect. If we dare to then we have to face harsher consequences than being branded with an iron rod. Who in the world is perfect? To me, nobody's perfect. All those perfectionists are either very lucky or hiding their imperfections. Well it's better to be called imperfect than being fake. In this world obviously I can't think of something that's real. Here everything can be fake from your eyebrows to your emotions. I mean it. EVERYTHING CAN BE FAKE! Fake and imperfect! My attention moves to what's happened and what I have done. I helped a FLAWED! This means I will eventually become flawed if I am proven guilty.
In the middle of the bus I see my sister Celestine with her too good to be true boyfriend. Now she is not really a villain to me, neither is she the best sister ever. At this moment I look at her with tears in my eyes. I don't know why, but I want to hug her tight and cry. On the other hand even she looks pale and terrified. Her face looks white and she leans towards her boyfriend. I hear the whistles and I know that this is something extremely serious. It isn't what I thought. I just wanted to help the old man who was suffering. It is not new to me. I always take rash decisions and then regret them. In this situation I never thought the Guild wil get involved. No one in the bus was paying attention to the man so I thought they wouldn't even see me help him and just ignore it. How foolish I was to think of such things when I know people around me are pro walk from down the bus to the van is too overwhelming.