(A reply to the "Greed" portion of the Seven Deadly Sins. An envelope. Such a simple thing to find, really… But do you dare to open it?) ================================ Enveloped It must have fallen out of his notebook. I found the letter buried in the arm of that big leather chair that he adores. Funny, I used to joke that the chair was big enough to hide a body in… Such a simple little envelope, note sized, elegant – not like our own stationery. My fingers trace the curves of his name on the envelope's front. The handwriting isn't familiar. I sniff at the envelope, half expecting to find the ghost of some exotic perfume, but there's no smell other than that of crisp paper. I don't know why this particular envelope worries me so much! He's gotten fan mail at the studio for years, and even showed me the best (and the worst). Why is this one little envelope so different? Maybe because it's been hidden… or maybe because of the *stealth* - there's no address, nothing on the envelope to say where it came from… only his name. It was delivered to him personally. I watch as my fingers trace his name again… why are they trembling so? I have to know what it says! Anything has to be better than sitting here letting my mind feed on itself. I watch as my hands tease out the sheet from the envelope. Paper almost as thin as onionskin, the words close together – as if the writer were trying to pour as much out in the shortest amount of time. The sheets whisper slyly as I open them. ~Dear one, I'm sitting here watching you sleep, and the thought I have to leave soon is killing me. Like a coward, I'll leave before you wake. I have to – we both have other lives. But if I was to look into your eyes right now, I'm not sure I would have the strength to close the door knowing you wanted me. And oh, how I want you so badly! My hands want to bury themselves in your hair to anchor myself to your eyes. I want to wrap myself around you – keep you forever, until you melt into me and we become one single person. You stir, and I hold my breath, waiting for you to slip back into dreamland. Do you ever dream about me? About us? Having you in me, feeling you come deep inside is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. I love feeling you fill me, and I love the way you call my name as we both explode together. I want you so! I know that you will return to her, and that you will not leave her for me. Does it seem strange to you that I could love you all the more for this? As long as I can still have you these sweet stolen moments, I tell myself that has to be enough. But oh, love, a part of me cries, "You're mine! I don't want to share!" It's time for me to go, so I'll leave this note on my pillow. Until the next time we can be together again, keep this close to your heart… and know how much I love you. Always, Col *** My knees buckle, sending me to the floor as something priceless shatters within my heart. The paper falls like my tears. Oh, Ryan, you were supposed to be mine, and I never wanted to share!