Pure Pefection の小説・ストーリー

“You have not achieved Balance. You have achieved paralysis. Balance is a dynamic state. A dance. What you have here is… a held breath.” Lyra smiled, a small, bloodless curve of her lips. “A breath held in perfect peace. Is that not preferable to the gasping, struggling breath of a chaotic existence? Come. Let me show you.” She led them through the silent city. The people they passed did not look at them. Their eyes were unfocused, their minds seemingly turned inward, basking in the constant, perfect note. They entered a vast, circular building—the Conservatory. In the center, on a pedestal of clear crystal, hovered the source of the Perfect Note. It was a large, flawless diamond, and from i

"You are supposed to be pure love. You are supposed to be absolute good. Everyone says so. Everyone believes so. Everyone worships you. But you admit wrongdoing. Admit imperfection. Admit causing harm. How can you be both? How can you be love and violator? How can you be good and wrong? How can you be hope and harm? It makes no sense. You make no sense. You confuse me." "I am not perfect," Hope said gently. "I never claimed to be perfect. Never said I was pure. Never declared myself absolute good. Others may believe that. Others may worship that. Others may claim that. But I know the truth. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am capable of harm. Even while trying to love. Even while trying to hel

Because the reason for my roses is you. Just so you can let me call you mine....! Just so you can let me call you mine....! Just so you can let me call you mine....! ...I know that unlike you, I'm not a perfect person... But there's one thing I can do for you that no one else will do Wishing you can see what I'm capable of doing for you So I need you to know.... That despite not being perfect, I want to bring perfection for you Being able to change who I am

That was everything. That was enough. That was perfect in its imperfection. Exactly as it should be.

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.

He was the perfect man! ***

--- Another gap. --- Another moment where something slipped through. --- “It’s overcompensating,” he said. --- A pause. --- “It’s trying too hard to stay perfect.” --- Elena nodded. --- “Yes.” --- A beat. --- “And that’s what’s breaking it.” --- Because perfection— --- Required balance. --- Not force. --- Not constant correction. --- And now— --- The system was no longer balanced. --- It was reacting to something it couldn’t fully eliminate. --- Truth. --- The presence stepped closer again.

Tool. Perfect.

Absolutely perfect. ~The End~