Perfect Type of Wrong
With the looks of it, mukhang tinalo na yata ng kslasingan ang wisyo nito.
Hindi na maalala ni Kim kung gaano katagal niyang pinagsawa ang mga mata sa mukha ng kaharap. He looked dreamy when sleeping - almost like an angel - but not the type that was all perfect. He looked more like the war version of them, mild and rock hard at the same time. His face wore his battle scars like a trophy; a stitch on his lower lips, a cut on his brow, a small scar on his nose bridge. So imperfect and yet still a sight to behold.
Marahas siyang napabuntong hininga nang matauhan mula sa pananaginip ng gising. Something felt wrong about admiring him. Specially when he just said that they were nemesis .
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