Imperfect Comic の小説・ストーリー

I had just turned 29 a couple months ago. A couple of older guys tried to hit on me but the bartender shoo’d them off. He could obviously tell I was in some sort of emotional spiral. Otherwise why would the girl who has had three shots and a drink come to the bar by herself looking like this. For a second I caught myself thinking of how pathetic I was. But then I thought, why shouldn’t I have fun. Jared did. I might not be able to have sex with anyone in that manner, but why not get drunk. Everyone else does it when their lives are horrible.

"I am not good at this." "I know," I said. "I have not been good at this for three hundred years." "I know that too," I said. "I am going to be — imperfect at it," he said. The word imperfect from Zaron Draketh was the most vulnerable thing I had heard him say. More vulnerable than the confession about the curse. More vulnerable than knowing about the mate bond. Imperfect — said by a man who had built an entire kingdom on precision — was the equivalent of another person laying themselves completely open.

"Something that would have made everyone groan." "What kind of jokes," Chris said. "The worst kind," Ray said. "The kind where you laugh despite yourself and then feel bad about laughing." He set it down. "He had a gift for it." Chris almost smiled. "Jess." Ray picked up the seventh disc. Looked at it for a long time. "She would have wanted hers slightly crooked," he said. "She hated anything too perfect. Said perfect things weren't real." He paused. "Can you…" "Already done," Chris said. "Look at the angle."

"You feeling okay?" I didn't answer. I just pulled a stack of photos from my purse. Slap. I threw them on the table. Photos of Matteo injecting patients. Photos of them screaming in pain. Photos of the dead "volunteers." Matteo glanced at the pictures. His expression didn't change. "So?" He cut his steak, perfectly calm. "What's your point?" His casual cruelty sent a chill down my spine. "You're not denying it?" "Why would I?" Matteo looked up, his eyes burning with a crazy light. "Viviana, immortality... that's the realm of gods. And we're about to breach it."

Her fingers danced lightly over the keys, playing a lively piece. Hearing our footsteps, she looked up, surprise coloring her expression. "Randy?" I blinked. She said it so affectionately. Vivian Seiger was no longer the mischievous little girl from my memories. She had grown into a graceful young woman, her features carrying a touch of maturity and elegance.

"Probably another Derek emergency." "Can I just say—" Mia Frost threw her curtain open, clearly fired up even in the dark, "—that guy has nothing going for him except his face? What on earth do you even see in him?" Even in the pitch black, I could feel their frustration burning through the air.

Silence Confusion Then Realization Eryndor’s eyes narrow “…Something imperfect.” Vireon nods “…Something contradictory.” Aurelion breathes out softly “…Something unstable.” Theodore smirks slightly “…Something like us.” I almost smile “Yes.” Because perfection is its strength So imperfection Is the one thing it can’t optimize cleanly The Final Plan “We stop trying to be better,” I say I look at all of them “We become unpredictable again.” A pause Then I finish “But this time… deliberately flawed.”

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."