Another pilot story, told through a pov.
When you live your whole life in... perfection... being told you're perfect, against all odds... It makes perfection seem like a fact, rather than an opinion.
All my life, I was told I was perfect, but I watched myself develop into something I didn't like. Perfection has to be liked by everyone, doesn't it?
But.. perfection was never what I wanted.
But that didn't matter.
What is perfection?