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A Tale of Sinners
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#2
Gluttony
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"One, two, three…" I counted out loud, as he looked on, all in all, rather amused by the situation. "Four, five, six…" I continued, rolling my eyes as he stood up and began to walk towards me. "Seven, eight, nine…" I groaned, my calf muscles beginning to ache, and reluctantly giving in. "T…e…n" I managed to get out in a raspy breath, before I collapsed on the floor, my body aching from head to toe.
All the while, he was smirking at me, sipping his little PowerAde, his wife beater clinging tightly to his body, looking so much better than mine did, even while it was dripping with sweat.
"You're a glutton for punishment, you know that, right?" He sighed, extending a hand, which I gratefully accepted. Throwing his full weight into it, he pulled me up in one swift movement, as I glared at him.
"How is it," I groaned, holding my back as I reached for my water bottle "that we can come in here week after week, and all that happens is that I get worse, and you get better… and better looking too…" I mumbled, as he grinned back at me.
"I can get better looking?" He asked, checking himself out in the mirror "Here I was thinking I was some kind of Adonis, but better looking?" He continued, smirking at me.
"And the ego has gone global." I muttered, easing myself into my seat as I continued to glare.
He broke his gaze from the mirror to look at me "Like I said, you're a glutton for punishment." He said, shrugging "I come in here and give it one hundred percent, you come in here and give it two hundred. It's like, you have a fear of failing, so you give it more than you're all, guaranteeing you don't." He said, his eyes flicking back towards the mirror. "God, this whole 'worked out and sweaty' look really works for me, doesn't it?"
Just like that, the brawn replaced the brain. And I could only laugh quietly to myself, because of him, and how he was around other people. More importantly, how he was around me. Sometimes, it scared me, how well he knew me. How he understood my unvoiced fears, how he looked beyond the protective mask that had formed years ago.
How he saw me for who I was: a neurotic child from a loveless marriage, from a shattered home. How he loved me for me.
Finally, I sighed, before standing up and walking over to the ballet bar, and beginning my calf raises once more.
"A glutton for punishment." I heard him laugh. This time, I couldn't help but smile.
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