“Perfection isn't everything," she said as she turned and walked away. "I think the flaws are what make it perfect.”

“I'm already gone. I died that night on the side of that road with my sister.”

“Perfection isn't everything," she said as she turned and walked away. "I think the flaws are what make it perfect.”

“With her I'd buried myself, every memory of who I was now, six feet under with the sister I'd put there.”