Vanity of My Beloved

This is sort of a joint effort between myself and one of my good friends, who goes by patrickmorrrow on this site. No, the similar username was not intentional. Anyways, this idea sprouted from his mind, and he told me to write about it.

You'll appreciate this story much more if you have a rough knowledge of Greek mythology. If you're confused by the end of the story, read this link:

He was the most beautiful creature upon which the sun had ever laid eyes; his glorious, coarse hair; his fathoms-deep soul-windows; his rich virility. There were many that admired him, seeking to be the object of just one of his approving glances, but none measured up to his standard of beauty and worth. Oh, they tried to gain his favor, and they mustered up all the look-at-mes they could manage, but he still saw them as petty worshipers to bolster his enormous ego.

And then, he saw me.

I shimmered under the brilliant sun's rays, shivering with excitement that a being so heavenly as he should determine me deserving of even one moment's consideration. Yet as soon as his eyes fell upon my fluid form, he appraised my appearance and looked at me as "good enough."

I danced beneath his acceptance of my figure, for most who saw me only perceived how valuable I was in regards to what I could do for them. My soul reached from within me and gently caressed his perfect face, and I was speechless - for who could have understood me, even if I had dared to speak?

A nearby grievance of nature disturbed my fluid dancing, and his face fell, for he could no longer catch a glimpse of my good-enough presence. When I returned, he pleaded, "Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like."*

Narcissus wept for his loss, and it was then that I knew it was not me whom he saw, but himself.


*quote taken from Thomas Bulfinch's Age of Fables, chapter 13.

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