All Your Perfect Imperfections

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-19-2014, 08:13 PM by Dayton.)

Misha only sighed and shook her head. Why didn't she understand? She was everything to him now. The only thing he cared about - the only reason he was living. "Why don't you just hate me like everyone else? I'm worthless... I don't know how I could mean anything to you. Or anyone." The girl rambled on desperately, voicing her awful thoughts and feelings.

His heart ached for her restlessly, and his breath quickened as he tried to think of what to say. It was as if he were having a panic attack of his own. "Misha. What can I say to convince you? I love you." He laughed once without humor, his ears splayed to the side with confusion. "Who wouldn't love you? You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're so, so good..." Dayton seemed to shake his head slowly. "You are completely, utterly, painfully perfect. It's like it hurts me just to look at you - like I've been caught staring at an angel. I don't deserve your love in return. That's the real problem here."

When Dayton said this, a frown began to cross his lips. It was true, wasn't it? He didn't deserve Misha, and he never would. But he would still treasure her company for however long it lasted. Forever, he hoped. The boy rubbed his head against his mate, his tongue granting a few lingering kisses. "You silly, wonderful girl..." he whispered. "Nobody hates you. You're not worthless. I've never been happier in my life, and its all thanks to you. You mean everything to me. I love you more than my own life."

There. Maybe now she would believe him.

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