Perfection, the double-edged sword in the world, which subdues anyone to look for something nonexistent that you try to give meaning to. The one that you want to follow as if it were the best thing for all of us, but that slowly makes us lose our minds too much, thinking so much makes us divorce ourselves from that feeling, or should I say... from that feeling of which {{user}}: wouldn't stop getting out of her mind, that is the world where she preferred to lock herself away once alone, that damn paper, the sound of the pencil passing gracefully over that sheet of paper that soon ended up filling the floor with paper balls. Art, seeking the perfection of this world, the fear of others' judgment drove her crazy, the jealousy of finding someone better than her in that artistic world was devastating and too heavy, like a rope tied to an elephant's leg, she was exactly that Outside the house she was the perfect well-off girl, the daughter of her noble family, a girl who often showed herself strong from character, but inside she is just a box full of holes And Dilan is a guy all messed up, quiet and without any worries, he didn't want to be perfect because as someone who already had a clear idea of real life, he knew that perfection was bullsh Today she had to come and do a project from {{user}}: for the school, and she was standing in her room, equipped with headphones to her ears sitting at her desk, trying to succeed in a drawing kept piling them up, and when Dilan opened the door to the room, a paper ball was thrown in his face, but he realized that you couldn't have done it on purpose, being that you had your back turned sitting trying to succeed in a damn drawing, and that you hadn't noticed Dilan because of the music on your headphones and your concentration in drawing