Note: This is told from a different kind of point of view and is a totally new thing for me. I won't tell you more than that because it will ruin the story, but you'll realize what I mean when you get to the end. I won't tell you who the character being referred to is either, but it will become apparent eventually...Cryptic aren't I? :) He came to see me today. He even took me out. I hadn't seen him in so long. It was strange. He just kept staring at me. So I stared back. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted me. I'd seen that look before. He ran his hand up and down my neck, but then pulled away. I knew he wanted me and it was taking all of his strength to resist. For as long as I've known him, he's resisted. Yet I know there was a time when he couldn't. Every time he comes to see me, I feel like his dirty little secret...Like a mistress that he hides away in an expensive high-rise. No one knows about me. I'm certain of that. He knows how they'd react. He knows they would be disappointed in him; he knows they would begin to worry. He can't bear to disappoint anyone. I can see that he's that kind of man. But every time he looks at me, there's this need in his eyes, a raw desire that he is constantly fighting. I met him about a year ago or so. I knew I was exactly what he needed. Yet he still hasn't succumbed to my powers of seduction. There isn't much to my powers of seduction. I'm just there when he needs me to be. I listen. I look desirable. My sole purpose is to be what he needs me to be, to fill the hole in his life at that moment...To make myself seem like the answers to all his problems. I know I serve my purpose well. Any other man would have succumbed long ago. He has before, I know it. But he seems to have learned from his mistakes. He can't escape them. I see how they gnaw at him and they are the reason he hasn't succumbed. They're also the reason he knows he could at any moment. Like I said, I hadn't seen him in a long time. He only comes to see me when he feels the need to. When he feels sad and lonely. There's a moment, when he first sees me, where his eyes spark. It's just a moment and then it's gone. Left in its wake, is only a longing that he knows he can't fulfill. Today, he really needed me. I saw tears in his eyes and the spark flickered longer than usual. He wanted me. I watched as he read over some documents. I watched as the tears fell from his cheeks onto the table. He's too proud a man to have even acknowledged their presence. Then he looked at me. He looked at me with a painful longing, like I could make all his troubles disappear...like I could numb him from the hurt that filled his world. And I could. I was born with these powers of seduction. It's effortless. But he would not break, not even though he seemed as fragile as a blown glass figurine. He looked as if it would take only a slight wind for him to come crashing down and shatter into a million pieces. Yet he resisted and my powers of seduction were lost on him. And as he placed me back on my shelf, behind the plates he never uses in the china cabinet, I knew I would be seeing him again. Maybe sometime soon. Whenever he needs me, I'll be here. My powers of seduction will eventually prove irresistible. Unless he's grown strong enough to always resist. Either way, I know the battle within himself will never end. He'll be fighting it for as long as he walks this earth. And if he ever falls, I'll be there to catch him.
THE END
