Imperfect Comic の小説・ストーリー

Susi quipped, pointing at the gray sofa next to her. "You truly represent our inner thoughts, Miss Susi," Kris and his subordinates murmured, feeling touched. "Oh my goodness! Hahaha. Sorry, please sit down." Tukijo fumbled for the air behind his buttocks, intending to reach the sofa, but suddenly... Thud! His buttocks only managed to touch a small edge, making him fall and sit on the floor. "Pffft." The people witnessing Tukijo’s foolishness could only hold their laughter. "Ckck. Handsome but silly!" Yulie sneered.

A large air conditioning unit blew out cool air. Gen and I took a seat and waited. And waited. And waited. "How much longer? I'm becoming hungry," Gen asked. I was becoming irritated. I tapped my nails on the surface of the table and looked at my wristwatch. The door finally pushed open and an elderly man appeared. I stood and Gen did the same. "Good afternoon. I'm King Charles the Third. Welcome to Conovia." "It's a pleasure Your Highness. I'm Emily Hollen, and this is Generosa Sky."

“ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep . He nipped my lowed lip and looked down right in my eyes with a blazing promise and sincerity “ promise you won’t ever give up on us “ I won’t because that was no longer an option , I would rather crash and burn than let him go . “ I promise “ a

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

He sighed in defeat. “It’s not about the perfect girl, Xan. It’s about the girl whose imperfections will make you love her more. No one’s perfect. And to be honest, you are like a billion miles away from it.” I elaborated and when I saw a smile on his face, I continued, “But there will be a girl who will love your imperfections. And you will love hers.” “When did you become so wise?” Xander questioned me with a smile on his face.

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

She stands right away when she saw me glancing at the coffee machine. “Good morning,” Stella greeted, and I nodded in response. “This interview won’t last for an hour,” Samantha said, turning back to me with a cup of coffee in her hand. I nodded again, this time my attention was on the drawing on the table. “Wow!” I said in awe as I took the paper and studied the drawing. I could not even find the right word to describe it. “The Dancing Umbrellas!” I feel the lines with my hand, and then read the familiar line from Coco movie. “The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it's true.”

Chidinma pressed on. Chimamanda chuckled and said "wow so he is now Jesus Christ who can change my life now, right? she turned and looked at Chidinma who shrugged. "besides you would have been a good lawyer. Why did you have to waste your time in mass communication?" Chimamanda asked sarcastically. Chisom giggled, she was acting as a watch dog. "Don't be sarcastic Chimamanda and you know I hate to argue, I wouldn't have survived with a professional course like law and don't even think of deviating from going out with Ryan.

I was looking at a homemade porno, courtesy of Johnny Diamond. Johnny wasn't much of a roommate, as I recall. He was sloppy, dirty and not prone to frequent showering. I had to give him credit, though; he was one hell of a private dick. The movie I was watching was high quality with very little pixilation; high definition, even. My ex-wife and her fucking brother were not being very careful.