I'll be doing Junio con Gabriel in English because why not
Perfection
Something people don't believe exist.
Except for Gabriel, who wished he was perfect.
Everyone saw him as a rich man with no worries. That is, of course, except his father. His father regretted having a son.
Gabriel was an accident from the lack of cover when his father was drunk.
Perfection was a word he was always called the opposite of.
He knew everyone had their flaws, but he just wanted to be considered for it.
Unlike himself, Gabriel had alot of hope for his son to end up with a beautiful wife and family. He was the boy he wanted to be, a happy teenager with the soul of an angel and the smile of a model. That was perfection for him.
Adrien was the embodiment of perfection he wanted to be. Perfectly sculpted and to be surrounded by people who loved and cared. He was misunderstood, lonely, and embarrassed to admit he needed medicine so he'd stop hearing the word perfection whenever anyone talked or even walked near him.
He was afraid of perfection. He knew that he'd never be able to amount to it.
He knew that no one cared about him or the state of his mental health.
He hated how they accused him over the death of his dear Emilie, saying he was everything far from perfect.
"I'm a failure. I'm not perfect. I'll never be perfect." He always repeated to himself. He just wanted to please his dad, be called perfect by the one man in his life.
Although he knew that would never happen, he continued to sculpt the perfect person in his son. He wanted the best for him, he was the only perfection he'd ever get. That is, of course, until the perfection packs up and leaves.
But for Gabriel himself, he knew perfection never knocked on his door. He knew the one person who accepted him was gone, and she was the second perfection in his life. Oh what a difference three seconds made. Those three imperfect seconds, which he wished he would have been there, and been perfect enough to save her. But alas, perfection would never come.
