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Delicate. Oh, he knows she is strong -- for she has endured much, much more than he can even imagine. Yet she seems so fragile, as though she could break in an instant; alabaster skin is as flawless as porcelain, so much so that he’s tempted to reach out and poke it to see if it indents beneath his finger, pinched to see if they’re in a dream. Despite the small smile that tugs at her thin lips, sadness flashes in her cerulean eyes; hidden beneath long lashes they sparkle in the light, a fire within their watery depths. If nothing else Cardia Beckford is a contradiction: she is graceful yet clumsy; she is demure yet firy; she is knowledgeable yet naive; but above all, she is -- herself. She is unique, and most of all, she is considered worthy of his time -- more than worthy, even, he wants to spend it with her, to learn everything about her. The real question is: is she willing to let him in? (Or rather...is he willing to let her in?)














