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1. Beauty
Beauty in vain.
The title given to her.
Long, honey brown locks, expressive doe eyes, that childish turn of the lips that so often split her features and brightened the room—
Only to disappear the moment she moved.
It was her flaws, they said; she was stubborn, overly-determined, and impulsive. Incredibly oblivious, to the point of those around her wanting to slam their heads against a wall and there dwelled an almost dangerous impetuosity in the way she handled things.
But, she was also kind in nature. Sweet, caring, funny.
Imperfect.
Flaws?
Please.
Because to him, that was her beauty.
"Will you stop swinging your arm like some freak? That's hardly attractive—people are staring!"
"No way! Practice makes perfect!"