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masterpice, meg and dia
There once was an unperfect girl that met who she thought to be the man of her dreams. They grew to love each other so much that they were inseparable. After a few years, they were still dating and she began to wonder why her prince hadn't asked her to marry him yet. So one day, she asked him "are you every going to ask me to marry you?" Without looking at her, he said "No, you're too broken and unperfect for me, I can't marry you." She sat in shock, tears welling in her eyes. She though for a moment. She loved him too much not to spend the rest of her life with him. "Help me be perfect" she said. He stared at her. "You don't even know the difference between right and wrong." "Well, teach me!" she yelled. "Are you sure?" He looked at her, puzzled. She grabbed his hands, "I've never been more sure of anything I my life." He let go of her, and she felt her heart shake. "I've got to break you down and completely re-sculpt you." he said. "Do what you have to." A tear rolled down her face. The next day, after she said goodbye to everyone, she went to his house, prepared for anything. She sat down as he grabbed a hammer. He tapped her gently, and, as expected, she shattered to pieces. He took the pieces that were once her head and put them together. "Why are your hands shaking?" She asked once she could speak. "Sh…don't speak." he replied. Next, he took the piece which was her heart. "It's so bare." he exclaimed. "Of course it is! Isn't yours?" She asked. Without answering, he slowly set it aside. Days went by, and he was still working, trying to change as much as he could, until one day, the unperfect girl yelled "This isn't right! I should never have agreed to this!" "Relax!" he said, "You're going to be perfect." She wanted to cry, but nothing would come out. Soon, he finished her. "Come my dear, take a look at perfection." She slowly stepped in front of the mirror. She screamed in horror at the site. Every bruise she'd ever had was visible. She was cracked and broken with a black heart. "You call this perfect? My heart is black and I'm more broken than before! I am no masterpiece! You carved me like a piece of stone when your hands were still shaking. I wasn't ready, did I want this? No! You tried to tell me it was wrong, but you were so willing. I can see now how green you are and that you bleed for nothing! You put me on display while my soul was still shaking. Aren't YOU proud, you're the one that made me?" She ran outside to the street as everyone watched in horror. "Look at this masterpiece!" She screamed. She heard him behind her. She turned around and stared into his unperfect eyes. "Aren't you proud, you're the one that made me."
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