Infatuated with perfection (obsessed with perfection sequel)

"Now tell me once more, what was your motive ?"
My gaze finally drifted off to the man in white. I fiddled with the thin material that was supposed to be served as a gown.

I parted my lips to speak but my throat was just as dry as cotton. I wet my lips straightening up my slumped over body to speak.
"She was perfect, God Danielle was so perfect" My voice croaked
"And this was your motive correct?" the man in white scribbled what I assumed was complete utter bullshit in his brown canvas notepad

I grimaced "You see, no one that perfect should be able to walk the face of the earth. She was too pure for this cruel world. I had to take her before this cold world took her..... s-she was the epitome of perfect, she shouldn't have been here. That is why I murdered Danielle Ray.