watching their perfect hair, their perfect smile, and the way their eyebrows furrow when they're solving life's biggest mysteries while still looking perfect. He's perfect for me, I sigh as I watch him with lovestruck eyes. His beautiful green irises stared at his siblings, trying to figure out how to keep them safe. Even in the midst of all the danger, he still looks perfect to me. I stare, trailing off as it goes black and the next episode plays. I can't love him. He's perfect because he's not real. The words spiral in my brain as my mind refuses to comprehend. I can't talk to him or date him or be with him enjoying his presence. He isn't real, but my brain can't comprehend that as I fall deeper for him.