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I walk a little farther to the left as I reminisce what was said to me. “You can never be loved Andrea, no one would ever love you. You are incapable of love, all you do is bring sadness into others life. You really are a useless child". Those particular words have always echoed at the back of my mind ever since they were said to me. Annalia doesn't know this, but I've always thought that in our friendship and sisterhood, my love was one sided.

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"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."

"Oh, of course! But you know what we mean. The perfect kind of love." I let out a small laugh, swirling my wine glass as I looked down. Perfect? No, Daniel and I weren’t perfect. But we were steady. We were right for each other in a way that made sense. There were no over-the-top gestures, no whirlwind passion that burned too bright and faded too fast. Just quiet companionship and reliability. That was enough. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Just this quiet kind of joy that seeps into everything, into the way Mila snores softly between us, the way Ivan’s thumb rubs slow circles on the back of my hand, the way the moonlight spills across the sheets like it, too, knows this is a sanctuary. My sanctuary. I never imagined I’d get this kind of ending. I didn’t think girls like me did. Not after everything I’d lost. Not after how badly I’d been broken. But maybe that’s the thing about real love. It doesn’t show up dressed in perfection. It shows up when you’re raw and messy and still bleeding from the past. It shows up when you least expect it, when you’re not even looking, and it stays. It fights. It doesn’t run.

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.