If We Were Perfect By Ana Huang <Proven ✯>

Farrah felt the familiar sting of tears. Their love had always been a beautiful tragedy—too intense to handle, too deep to forget. "We weren't perfect, Blake. That was the problem. We tried to be masterpieces when we were just human."

"Then let's be ruined together," he said, his eyes burning with the raw, possessive intensity that had always been his undoing. If We Were Perfect by Ana Huang

"Farrah," he whispered, breaking character as the orchestra swelled. "I spent years pretending I didn't need you to be whole. I built a kingdom just to realize it was empty without the person I built it for." Farrah felt the familiar sting of tears

The stage manager signaled. This was the scene—the climax where their characters finally broke. That was the problem

"You’re late on your cue," Blake murmured, his voice like rough silk. He didn't look at her, instead focusing on the cufflinks she once bought him, still adorning his wrists.