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Perfection is perception.
A blind fool touches the face of perfection - when others have rejected her. She suddenly forgets her anguish, embraces the blind fool and decides to never let go.
I want what you want.
The second-hand ticks by... and while everyone else sleeps, the fool and his new love lay together and quietly exchange thoughts of pure devotion and untainted admiration. Could it be love?
They kiss.
In that moment, the broken world outside their window exists only in a distant memory. A shock. Confusion. But, the blind fool would do anything to keep it.
Nothing could ruin it.
A mutual realization too strong for words. Because of the fool, she is perfect. And because of her, he is no longer a fool. Blindness is nothing to be sad about - his world is flawless.
Perfection is perception.
A blind fool touches the face of perfection - when others have rejected her. She suddenly forgets her anguish, embraces the blind fool and decides to never let go.
I want what you want.
The second-hand ticks by... and while everyone else sleeps, the fool and his new love lay together and quietly exchange thoughts of pure devotion and untainted admiration. Could it be love?
They kiss.
In that moment, the broken world outside their window exists only in a distant memory. A shock. Confusion. But, the blind fool would do anything to keep it.
Nothing could ruin it.
A mutual realization too strong for words. Because of the fool, she is perfect. And because of her, he is no longer a fool. Blindness is nothing to be sad about - his world is flawless.
Perfection is perception.