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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.

"Since it's a blissful night today, I'll sing a perfect song for y'all." Aisie tugged me along with her, struggling to get through the crowds while the guitar strums, playing one of Ed Sheeran's songs entitled "Perfect". As we passed the bunch of people, the first thing my eyes saw was the guitar bag on the floor with some money on it. Then next is the speaker and mic stand. I gulped as I heard his subtle voice. It was already night and cold, but it got doubled when words came out of his mouth with a perfect melody.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with the raw hatred of someone who'd been betrayed and used. Her voice dropped to a low, vicious growl: "He wants me crazy? Fine. I'll see him in his grave."

I watch the other groups no one's raising their hands. There. I remember now. It's our favourite song. “Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colours fill my head. A million dreams are keeping me awake”. I sing out loud without even knowing. I look at Annalia and see as her face beams with happiness. She looks at me and then joins me. The song brings back a lot of memories. I remember when she bawled her eyes out after watching THE GREATEST SHOWMAN. “For the world, we're gonna make”. She ends with a final note. I hear applause from Mariquita and then the rest of the people there. “A million dreams by Hugh Jackman”. I say after it stops.

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

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

He stood up from the blanket, dusted his pants off, and stretched his arm so I could walk into it. "They are playing your favorite song, do you like it? Is it still your favorite?" Dice asked me after placing a peck on my forehead when I went underneath his arm. I had not really listened to the song that had been playing in the background, but now I paid attention. My heart warmed, and I felt the butterflies gather in my stomach. It was, in fact, my favorite song that was being played by the music band surrounding us. The music being played was 'Perfect' by 'Ed Sheeran.'

"Long distance, right? It doesn't bother me. When you really love someone, distance isn't an issue. I believe in you, and I believe in myself." Another gust of wind swept past, ruffling his hair. Looking at him, I suddenly remembered the person who had once stood in the restaurant hallway asking me, "What about our future?" When Preston said those words, I only found it laughably ridiculous. But when Joshua said, "It doesn't bother me," all I felt was warmth. "Okay," I answered. He blinked. "Okay?" "I said okay." Then he smiled, chuckling like an absolute idiot.

Ted held the pendant up to his face, which was full of contempt. “What is this, some one-dollar junk you bought from a street vendor? Do you really think it’s special?” I kept my eyes on the quartz and flatly said, “It can deflect one fatal omen.” “Ha!” Ted let out an enraged laugh. “A fatal omen? You’re not a psychic, you’re just a delusional loser!” With that, he raised his hand and hurled the clear-quartz pendant to the floor. Crack! A crystalline snap echoed in the small room.

Good boy. " That's my favorite band! Your missing out on life here! " I yelled He smirked, " Whatever you say Princess. " I knew what playlist to play now. I tapped on the album " American Beauty/ American Psycho " " Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries Just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries! " I sang along to the music. " Wow, also a good singer, any other hidden talents I have yet to discover? "