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"I'll search every territory. Every forest. Every garden. I'll find them. This has to be perfect. Has to be beautiful. Has to be everything." The intensity worried me. The desperation underneath. The need for control. For perfection. For something to go right when everything else went wrong. "Kira," I said gently. After meeting. Pulling her aside. "You don't have to make this perfect. Don't have to control everything. It'll be beautiful regardless. Just us being together. Just celebrating love. That's enough. That's already perfect." "No," she said. Voice sharp. Eyes too bright. "It has to be perfect. Because what if what if this is last beautiful thing? Last celebration before everything en

"I want everything to be perfect," "Perfection is overrated," "You'd say that, but you're already perfect." Lucas said nothing about that. Instead, he walked to his little brother and ruffled his hair. Lior frowned at it. He had spent so long making it rest back, causing Lucas to chuckle and say softly, "No one is perfect, Lior, and I know I don't count, but whoever your Mate is, would love you for who you are. Flaws and all. So don't worry, everything would be fine."

I click on the email, and my breath stutters. You always find me, don’t you? Even when I did not know, I was lost. Come see me. We have a lot to talk about, and I have much to explain. You are constantly on my mind, and I have missed you, my knight in shining armor. Yours always M

I bit my bottom lip, and I could feel the heat flushing my face. “Just give me a little more time, then we’ll go home, okay?” He said, giving me another quick kiss on my lips. I leaned my head on his neck as we continued to dance and hummed the song the singer was singing. I threw my head back and repeated the line of the song. “If life is a movie, you’re the best part.” He chuckled and whispered to my ear. “I know you’re a star... Where you go... I follow, no matter how far,” He repeated the lines, and then he chuckled. “I’m glad Bree didn’t inherit my voice.”

Hoonie is like a pro basketball player. Then the result turns out to be: 29/30. Hoonie missed one. Hoonie flipped his hair and smirked at Mingchan. “Goodluck, dude.” Hoonie proudly said and feels that he’s unbeatable. Mingchan gave him a bright smile. “Okay, this is my first time! Hehehe.” Mingchan said. But his system is saying that he is going to achieve a perfect score. Hoonie is so amazed while watching Mingchan. First time? But why is it so perfect? He thought while watching him. Of course who’s going to win against a robot, right?

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

It was our song, the song we all agreed was ours, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t have to look at my brothers as we each went to one knee. “Riko Ayane Shiraishi, before you, we wouldn’t have dared to believe in fairytales.” I started. “But then all it took was one look, and each of us fell so deeply in love with you.” Elijah continued. “We knew in that instant there would never be anyone more perfect for us.” Darius said.

My breath catches Because this time he is not promising perfection He is promising effort He is promising honesty He is promising us I step closer and rest my hand on his chest His heartbeat jumps Mine follows “You don’t have to be perfect” I whisper “You just have to stay You just have to choose us every day And I will choose you too” His throat moves hard His hands reach for mine slowly like he’s asking without words I let him hold me Because this time it feels right This time it feels earned This time it feels ours A soft ringing echoes from outside the hallway “They’re calling us” he says with a small smile “We should go down”

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Perfect in all its imperfect, struggling, beautiful glory. Theirs. Completely, utterly, wonderfully theirs. Forever.