Perfect Peace: A Novel Novels & Stories

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

I kissed her cheek and hugged her. “Okay I believed you. Can you tell me all about you too, your past lover or fling whatever. I also wanted to know all about you.” Shane rests her head on my shoulder while we are walking. We sat on the pavilion. The surroundings are beautiful and filled with beautiful flowers. The night sky is so romantic. The light that comes from the moon fills the garden and it reflects on some flowers with beautiful colors. “I love this place every time that I need to calm my mind and need some peace. I just went here, sat with wine and watched the beautiful night sky,” Shane said while staring at the moon.

He didn't roar; he merely breathed, and the sound was like a tectonic plate settling into place. "We didn't break the silence for you, Grandmother," I said, my voice carrying the resonant frequency of the Twelfth Sovereign. "We broke it because the 'Perfect Peace' you offered us was a tomb. We broke it because being 'Too Much' is the only way to be Real".

Whoever did this really went out of their way to make me comfortable. “Well, hello! How are you feeling?” I jumped and turned around to the voice. It was so quiet before, and I was enjoying this silent, comfy dream. This voice jerked me into reality, which now I’m realize I am not dreaming. This comfy house was real. He was smiling at me carrying a tray with food placed on it. His eyes were a bright hazel and his features seemed childish, but handsome. His hair was dirty blonde and nicely cut. He was tall and pale-skinned with a nice muscle build. I was absolutely stunned. All I could do was smile back at him. He gave off this vibe of comfort and safeness and I suddenly felt not all the way

And then something shifts in me without warning. A small wrongness, like a note played slightly off key in a song you know perfectly. I look around at the brilliant sky and the soft not-grass and the light that touches everything without casting shadows, and I feel the peace of this place the way I have been feeling it since I arrived, and I understand suddenly, with the particular clarity that arrives when you have been refusing to understand something, that this place is too good. Too peaceful. Too complete. Nothing real feels like this.

And here, in our bed, time stands still. Avery’s breath slows as she drifts toward sleep, but before she goes fully, I lean close, pressing my lips to her temple and whisper the only truth that’s ever mattered “You’re my peace.” She doesn’t answer, but I fewl her smile against my skin. And as sleep finally claims me too, I hold her close, knowing we’ve earned this peace. Not through perfection, but through persistence. Through choosing each other again and again, through the storms, through the silence, through the scars.

because this was the system. Complete. Stable. and Perfect. and inside it everything was fixed. I felt it. the difference. the weight. the way the space held. no instability. no fracture. no choice. zayden saw it. the moment it hit me. the way my posture changed. the way my breath stilled. “It doesn’t feel the same,” he said. Quietly Because he knew what I was feeling. the absence. not of pain. but of possibility. I swallowed. because he was right. this place wasn’t chaotic. wasn’t broken. wasn’t unstable. It was perfect. and that was the problem.

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.

she said without looking up. His voice softened. “Is that what you’re doing? Surviving?” Her pen stopped. For a minute, she didn’t answer. “I’m doing what I have to,” she responded finally, her tone harsh. Roman slumped back in his chair. “And what happens when you don’t have to fight anymore? When it’s just... quiet?” Ava raised her head, her eyes meeting his. “It’s never quiet.” His lips fed into a slight smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.”

the old man managed to stand up, sat on the chair and asked him to also sit down, after they had both sitted, the old man asked, Now what is the problem? " I only want to ask you a question sir, I want to know why we can not stop the war and live in peace with the rest of the world,? " man looked at him, he was a bit surprised, war was all he had knew, and so were his father and Fathers before him, the question at first sounded strange, but then he realized that indeed the world was changing, he answered, " Peace is not real my child, it was just a feeling and an imagination that can't be achieved, how do you intend to live in peace with one you have killed his mother and bombed his friends