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she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

I couldn’t. “There’s another note,” William says and hands it over to me. ‘Save the red before it turns black. Save the Scar before it becomes non-existent.'

When that day comes, illusion breaks and we have to face the reality. It's better this way. I know where I will be going and what to expect. I look at the man who stood in front of me with a blank look. What is happening? Tears start to swim in my eyes. The person whom I thought is perfect, is not perfect at all. "The idea of perfection is a myth, Angel. No one in this world is perfect. They act like they are. But they are not" he says as if reading my thoughts. Just then a thought occurs in my mind.

“I just realized this morning that you are my most beautiful dream, my prince but who knew what’s in the context ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ I think that’s the tricky part in a fairytale. Nobody knew what happened next,” “A sequel, Tara,” I assured her. “We will not end our happily ever after here,” I promised her, but I needed time. I wanted to tell her, one at a time. When we go back, I will tell the truth about that mistake I made the first day we met. We will start from there... we will begin our sequel there.

I feel so tired, and I just want to close my eyes and never wake up. I watch in awe as I slice one wrist once, twice, and thrice for good measure. I feel no pain, just white noise and a calmness. I change hands, and the glass feels heavy; I feel it go deep and deeper; I let the glass drop and get into the tiny shower and turn on the water; it’s lukewarm it reminds me of my shitty apartment . I let it wash over me clothes and all. I slide down against the wall all the way to the floor and watch the water wash the blood away, but it keeps coming back every time; soon, I am feeling sleepy and cold, oh so cold. I can feel the darkness pulling me, and I want to surrender. My thoughts suddenly tur

she laughed at her words and left the room. She drove straight home, refreshed, and dozed off. Unknown P.O.V "Kola your next target should be Chimamanda, that stupid bitch I want to give her a painful death. I want her to watch me as I eliminate her slowly" she clenched her teeth, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes shut imagining the scene.

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

I could not manage to smile back at him since I was trying hard to not let out any sobs. I texted my brother that we were having a movie marathon, he already knew about it. Actually, I told him earlier, but he always wanted me to text and inform him wherever I go. He was so strict as if he was my Dad, but I won't mind. My phone suddenly buzzed the moment Kolten started the engine. Zette's name had been flashed on my screen, signifying that there was someone calling me. She informed us that they may arrive late since it seemed like there were lots of customers who were wanted to buy the limited edition of perfume, they actually waited for too long. "They might be late." I said as I hang up th

I had never felt more beautiful then in this exact moment. I slipped back out of the dress while I finished my hair and makeup. I cleaned up all the other dresses and decided that maybe it was time to hang them in my closet. I’d try them on later. Before I knew it, I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Will. I was all but ready. I yelled for him to let himself in, I would be out in a minute. I just had to grab my necklace and double check my makeup after slipping the dress on.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.