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"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."

“All of this, it’s…. It’s not what I envisioned, actually.” I try not to topple her as I jerk up. Fuck. She hates it. I could have sworn she would like it. I start to panic at the colossal waste of money this all was– “Perrin?” She says gently, sensing my alarm. She hooks her fingers underneath my chin and forces me to look at her, her eyes full and honest. “It’s not what I envisioned because I could never have dreamed of something this perfect. It’s wonderful, and I love that you did that for us.” Her other hand has drifted towards her stomach, which, in the firelight, seems to have grown into the smallest of bumps.

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

His arms came around me with a force that startled us both — not cruel, not claiming, but desperate, as though the mere thought of another presence between us was a physical wound. Instead I lifted my face and kissed him — not with desperation, but with something steadier. With understanding. We had always known this would come. Summer had given us its blessing. It had let us pretend. But autumn was honest. As I lay awake later that night — not in my narrow servant’s bed, but in the circle of his arms beneath our stolen quilts — I understood something with painful clarity. Perfection does not last. That is what makes it sacred. And though the leaves would fall and the Princess would arrive a

"Impossible. That can't be. Such a perfect man would never exist. You must be dreaming." "Are you writing a telenovela? I don't believe that such a perfect man could exist." "Someone smack her on the head and wake her from her delusion." "Human nature is inherently ugly. If a person seems perfect, it's only because he's good at disguising himself. "You might need to be careful. No one in this world will love you for no reason if someone treats you well for no reason. They must be after something." Olivia's eyes lingered on this comment, and the smile on her face froze.

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

Lillian's POV I am the perfect child. The perfect daughter. The one who never makes mistakes. I am like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly because I always trim away parts of myself that they consider flaws. I follow orders without questioning, for in the Hawthorne household, I am the epitome of perfection. But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. ***

Not collapsing. Not breaking. But… questioning itself. And somewhere beyond— Lily felt it. Nyra saw it. Because this— This was the turning point. Not a battle. Not a victory. A realization. One that could either fix everything— Or undo it all. The presence spoke again. Slower. Less certain. “…then define ‘perfect.’” Luke closed his eyes for a second. Then opened them. “…you don’t.” Silence. “You let people decide that for themselves.”

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.