Perfect Monde
Description
In this sad world of ours, sorry comes to all, and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this is not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now. '
- Abraham Lincoln
She suffers in silence. She fears the whole world. She has her scars hidden behind her cold, feisty, attitude.
If her whole class was painted as dolls on a toy shelf, she was the chipped, sad-looking doll which sat at the corner with colours faded.
Beautiful, but painfully sad.
He came into her life as a bright, lively teacher who never really acted his age. They were just a few years apart.
Despite her coldness and rudeness to him, he never got seriously mad, and acted like a little child while talking to her.
She felt frightened of him – because bit by bit, he was changing her.
Foreword
World – the word is so vague.
How we look at the world depends on us. It is our point of view – our perspective. I lost all hope for a beautiful, perfect world years ago. I fear everything. I hate everything.
I’m struggling to live, struggling to find a reason I should still hold on to life. My world is breaking apart as the days go on, and the future seems bleak and dark.
No one can know my secret. Because if they find out, my whole world will crash.
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Criticism is allowed but plagirizing is not.
Any similarity to any other fic out there is purely coincidental.
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