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I could only watch as Angela leaned back, bracing her hands behind her. She was staring into the sea, watching the sun dawn. Her lips -that were coated with nude lipstick- pulled into a smile, hair waving slightly along the wind, brushing her back.
She looked ever so beautiful.
"I've always loved watching the sun dawn. It's always been such a stunning sight. Watching the colors mix together, creating a fućking masterpiece," she suddenly spoke up.
Not as beautiful as you. Nothing could ever be as beautiful as you. You're the masterpiece, was what I wanted to say.
"And swimming. I love swimming." Then she sighed, the smile falling from her addicting lips. "But I haven't gotten the chance to do that. Swim."
"Why not?" I asked, curious all of a sudden.
Angela gave me a pointed look, blowing out a breath. Then she wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest again, keeping a firm hold. "Because the last time I went swimming... things didn't end well. I mean you already know what happened."
My heart broke a little as I took in her words.
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to punch Bill. I wanted to kill him for what he had done to such an innocent girl.
How he had broken her apart, just like that.
Angela didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve any of that.
She was a beautiful, still young, the most incredible woman I had ever known. And still, she felt like she didn't belong anywhere, like everything was her fault.
Then she let out a short, forced laugh. "Sorry. I'm only making things a little depressing now. I'm sorry, I know that you don't want me to be like that. You said it yourself that it's one of the reasons why you care about me, since I'm not that emotional as the others."
I sat closer to her, wanting nothing more than to be closer. "Angela, no. I didn't mean it like that. I promise you that I didn't mean it like that. Just because you're depressing a little, angry even then that doesn't mean that you are like the others. You have always been different for your own kind of way. And that has nothing to do with you being sentimental."
"I wish I could be like everyone else sometimes. I mean the people who don't get all sentimental. The one's who can handle their emotions perfectly fine, keep them in at certain situations, control their anger at the biggest outbursts. I wish I could be like them, but I can't. I can't be like them because I'll never be perfect."
"Angela, this has nothing to do with you not being perfect. We are all imperfect in our own way. No one is perfect, because such thing doesn't exist. Perfection is not real, it's just an illusion that people have made up to feel better about themselves."
She raised her head from her knees, giving me a pointed look. "But you're perfect. You're absolutely perfect. I haven't spotted a single flaw in you."
Her words made me smile, they warmed my heart.
But I have a flaw. You're my flaw. The fact that I am falling for my own case victim, which is against the rules and wrong in every single way, I thought.
I chuckled a little, giving her a little shake of my head. "Trust me, I'm far from perfect. I have flaws, but I just don't show them."
"Really? And what are your flaws then?" she asked, her eyes glassy with tears.
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When Nathan Burn, a 24-year-old detective returns to his old town, he isn't aware that the case he's about to take will change his life in more ways than possible. Because the second he lays his eyes on Angela, he is immediately captivated by her sm...