Imperfectly Perfect

CHAPTER 1

Tuesday

~Diary, diary on my bloody hands! who is the evilest of all?

Huh! Diary is definitely not my style, but rather a waste of time and of course potential evidence for the civil servants. And for that very reason, I will be cautious. Dear diary don’t worry, the hate is mutual. 

The only reason I am writing this and will be writing for a couple of months is … complicated. 

Okay. I can spill the beans for you.

The complication leading to this diary is the potential confusion that could swallow me in the near future. If that happens, this diary will assist me in being myself.

It originated from mild to severe occasional abdominal aches and to emptying of my stomach contents. And believe me, it is really embarrassing! Once my body got jealous as I was modeling my precious and cherishing the blood dripping from her. And of course, her screams, her imposing screams, soothing my chaos like a lullaby. Without dire warning, I Vomited, definitely not intentionally. 

It has been happening more occasionally. 

I consulted my symptoms with trusted authorities, turns out it’s liver cancer, stage 3.

Hence the potential confusion.~

A dozen black and white police cars, some even blinking their red and blues, almost turning the area into glorious polar light contrasting with the sky glowing muted indigo and purple. Detective Edward Lions exited his car and allowed himself to be swallowed by the forest. His distressed eyes did not acknowledge the soothing symphony of the forest while sliding down the slope in the mud, earning his boots cuddle with mud, showered monstrous trees, earthy scent, and birds singing, but then his gaze lingered ahead. The area was restricted by crime scene barricade tape,  yellow and black tape, and engraved ‘crime scene do not cross’. Just as Edward was about to skid through the tape he was stopped by an officer who signaled to the yellow tape. Anxiously, he took out his badge from his back pocket, held it to the officer’s face, and continued to walk to the crime scene. At that moment, anyone would have a hard time recognizing him for his extremely criminal wear, almost alienating him from the rest of the police force, black jersey trousers and a black hoodie with its cap on top of a black hat. However, Edward didn’t care for anyone’s liking.

Blissfully Charles chirped, narrowing his eyes at Edward “Each dawn brings a fresh canvas upon us, but, my friend, not all of us are graced with the same vibrant colors. Speaking of which,  What's with your..attire”

Unbothered, he shared, “Late night workout, so what have we got here”

Nonetheless Charles prattled, glancing around, smirking diabolically, "It's a harsh reality, isn't it? The world of crime, it never takes a break.”

Thought he got interrupted by Edward, “No one asking you”

Detective Charles James cursed under his breath, It was surely a struggle to take personal liking to his partner. He refers his partner as anti-social, aggressively blunt, effectively lacking communication skills but appreciates his remarkable eye for details which often gets cases closed. Subsequently, Charles was surely an exceptional investigator himself equipped with sensational dialogue skills, elite experience, and a charming personality, which nullifies his partner’s lack of dialogue skills. The likely pair have been working together for 8 years, were in partnership as soon as they joined the bureau, and captured the hearts of seniors, the public, and victims for a strikingly exceptional rate of justice delivered. They even have a separate fan base, for their remarkable body structure, well-defined build, and of course dire, peculiar, and notorious handsomeness, and their commitment to delivering justice.