Imperfect の小説・ストーリー

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, w

She ended with a giggle at the thought of that felt funny. Perfection in imperfection or perfection is imperfection?

My earbuds were crushed underfoot. A soft, gentle male voice crackled faintly from the phone. "Bella... are you okay?" Everything went dark. I lost all my strength. … Was I okay? No. I was a mess. Every inch of my body screamed with pain—like a thousand trains had run over me, back and forth, again and again. I could handle the pain. But if they'd broken my phone... That thought jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to see a dim, warm light on the ceiling. Outside, night had already fallen. I forced my aching body upright, using one arm to push myself up from the bed.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would thei

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.

“That's my business. I just want to be perfect. Can you help me, or not? “I question, and he smiles yet again. “The question is not if I can help you. It's if I will help you. I can help you, but I won't if you don't cooperate. “He says, and I stare at the man who is staring back at me with an innocent expression. “Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what

he said before following me out into the hall. As we walked to the house, I stared down at my feet and realized they were right, I did have a limp. My foot touched the ground at an angle and wouldn't stay straight no matter how hard I tried. I growled in frustration and plopped my crippled ass onto the couch. "You okay?" "I hate this, I finally manage to get away from all the pain but then the scars follow me and continue to make my life fucking miserable," I growled.

“Damnit Cheryl, I should be the better person, I should walk away from you, but I’m a selfish man, you make it easier to live.” I fell back into the passengers’ seat with a sigh, he always talked in riddles that I didn’t understand, whenever I pushed him on it, he shut down and I wouldn’t hear from him for a few days. It wreaked havoc on my soul, so I stopped pushing, and he stopped shutting down.

I said strongly yet slowly only for him to listen. His face became pale but I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. I got up and before walking away I said, "And yes...I don't want a perfect husband. perfection is boring so does being you perfect husband would be boring." I hurriedly walked outside but I didn't realise one tear left my eyes. Cold air touched my face and I closed my eyes. Why do you have to ruin everything? Why? "You okay?" I opened my eyes hearing the voice. Noah was looking at my face closely. I awkwardly looked at the other side.