She stops and smiles and 
talks to me because she needs something
only I could 
possibly give. 

Lifting an eyebrow, I stare, not 
yielding, at her trying to win me over.  Only
I can do what she wants, what
needs to be done right away.  She really should
get down on her knees and start begging

to get me to do that one thing  
only I could do, and she, or anyone else, couldn't.

My eyes darken in anger as I realize that
everything now depends on my decision.


six days | dive