Stone

I only ever wanted to be perfect. In some way. The perfect best friend, the girl who made perfect grades, or who was perfect for that one boy, the one who she loved with all of her heart.

I wanted it so badly. I searched and ventured and tried with everything I had to be perfect.

Then, just as I reached the ledge, the very tip of perfection, I slipped. Except this time, unlike the others, I didn't catch myself on the way down. I fell face first, flat out, and broke every piece of my being.