Imperfect

To us, every other human life is much more better that ours. Jealousy is a human trait ofcourse. We do not care about what we have until it's gone.

Harmony Keats doesn't have much time left. But what will happen when every second of her life will seem as if it's the last? She just witnessed a murder and the murders do not seem friendly at all.
She is destined to run forever now....until this one day when she meets a certain someone.

"Harm you need to go. Now!!!"
"I'm not leaving you! No!!" I screamed. Even if I made it home, still, I'll be having only a month. What will I do without -....

Your opinion about the word "perfect" is about to change because imperfect things combine together to make perfect things.

Enjoy!!