In a perfect world there are no secrets. No war. No fights. No heart ache. In a perfect world you always wake up to the sun and its warmth and go to sleep with the moon shining on you. In a perfect world the hero gets the girl. The shy girl gets the boy of her dreams. The hero gets the courage to tell his partner that he loves her. She doesn't reject him. She doesn't make him want to hide forever because the pain in his chest hurts too much. And he doesn't agree to just be friends.
But he does.
The girl stops stammering for once and gets determined. She walks up to him and tells him. And he says I love you too. But that's in a perfect world. Instead he gives her an apologetic look and she knows her answer. Instead he tells her sorry softly and says how he is in love with someone else. And she gives him a smile, a smile she had mastered to cover her pain that even him, the master of fake smiles couldn't tell. He says sorry again and walks away. She stays there and doesn't cry. She wouldn't cry.
The sun goes down and they lay down in their beds. Their strong masks fade and the tears slip out. Small sobs. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This is not the world they wanted. They wanted the perfect world. But how could they? After all,
There is no such thing as a perfect world.