Imperfect Comic の小説・ストーリー

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

His knees gave in, and then he collapsed to the floor. He tried to haul himself back up on his feet, but he couldn't. "Zora, you must be joking, right?" he cried, bursting into tears. "Get up now! This isn't funny at all. It's just a minor surgery. How could you possibly die?" I hovered above him, trying to touch his head. Yet, my hand went right through his body. So it turned out that I still had some effect on Simon. But I was already dead—I couldn't comfort him even if I wanted to.

"You made it happen. Not me! Don't blame me because you failed to be a good fiance." "Emma what the hell do you want from me? I'm a human being. I'm a guy and we're not perfect." "Don't give me that sorry excuse of a 'guy' and the 'we're not perfect' crap. That's crap and you know it. Since when did I ask you to be perfect?" "Look, I'm trying here, but you're making this difficult for me." "And you're not making it difficult for me also? I'm the one carrying babies that you seem to not want anymore." I began to cry. This asshole just messed up my entire morning.

was admirable is the way everyone has been looking for ways to spoil what he wants to keep. It seems that he wants to continue to accumulate evils, because he keeps insisting and wanting to stay by his side. He was the worst idiot that could have ever been crushed, no doubt, that omen was fulfilled. Williams doesn't seem to know what he wants and now decides to try randomly. If he had wanted to be with the beautiful Thompson, then why does he keep marking distance.

"I miss being able to laugh without thinking about who's listening. Or walking into a room without calculating what version of me needs to show up." A beat of silence passed. the kind that isn't filled with awkward tension or hostility. The kind that soothes. Then, Ed reached for the remote and turned on some old sitcom we used to watch as kids. The laugh track echoed softly through the room, absurd and comforting. I almost smiled. Almost. But the pressure didn't go away. It never did. I clutched the throw pillow and whispered. "I kissed him." Ed looked over, still but alert. "Xavier?"

Harden asks for Albert to smile. “ he’s too naive and stupid, I hate people like that. And you, you are smart I must say but the son of a weak man is always a weak man. Look at you, five years in a wheelchair and you are comfortable. If I was you I would have killed myself because it’s a disgrace.” He heard his uncle say before he burst into laughter. Harden wanted to let him know he’s not a McCall but he remembered his father warned him not to let him know.

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

“But not perfectly.” “Doesn’t have to be perfect.” “It does if it’s going to fool this.” Matteo points at the projection. “Yeah, that thing does not look like it falls for half measures.” Aidan nods slightly. “He’s right.” I don’t like that answer. “Then make it believe the imperfection is intentional,” I say. That gets his attention. “How.” “You said it adapts to patterns,” I continue. “So give it one. Show it controlled instability.”

I remind him, letting out a pleased smile when that hits exactly like I intended to, "And I piss you off? Why? Because I hold all of you afloat?" "Because you never let us forget it," he spits out, "Because no one ever asked you to be the responsible one. I like Damon more because he's fucked up like me and he doesn't give a shit about it but you just HAVE to be perfect. And why? You don't have to, man, I never forced you to be this perfect robot you became. I wish you could let yourself be imperfect and fuck up for once, then we would be in the same boat."

“What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to learn and evolve. Our mistakes and shortcomings