Magic IF, Written as "Brack"

I am a man of iron discipline; I believe that when confronted with temptation I can stand steadfast whilst being bombarded with provocation. Alas I have been trumped by own desires and given over to my own selfishness. As God as my witness I will write an account of my predicament in hopes to analyse my short comings a man and as a Judge - The Judge who tip toes the line between right and wrong.

I decided to take a trip down to Charlie's American chocolate shop with a few of my associates for a little treat. From outside I could the rows of fudge, delicious bonbons and my favourite concoction: Fizzy popping candy! I'd made sure that I'd had a light lunch in order to feel the absolute most ecstasy from this sweet treat. The four of us strolled up to the establishment and began to browse their delectable selections of the finest of candies from across the pond. I knew precisely what I wanted yet I continued to look regardless of my prior decisions. I guess this was because I didn't want to seem to eager by my peers moreover I kept on inspecting the items that I simply did not want to purchase.

My chums finally made their choices and proceded to pay for their sweets. This meant I could now get my damn candy! I picked up the tiny packet of golden popping heaven and held between my palms. I felt so happy and excited to once again enjoy this luscious treat. I decided to spoil myself and go for the extra large packet. I had purposefully waited a long time since my last session of sugary snack just so this particular one would mean more! I walked up to the til and as they asked me for the due payment BUT suddenly, shock horror!!

I had forgotten my wallet at work! My face turned a god awful shade of crimson as I began to realise the mortal error I had made. Why oh why had I been such a dimwit?! I did the only thing I could do and apologise for wasting the business owner's time and return my purchase to the shelf. My friends seem to have caught wind of my predicament and I could see their pathetic, sympathetic faces. Of course they offered to pay for my items but I was having none of that hogwash. I am a proud man and I will not let others pay for my discrepancies. On the inside I was absolutely gutted but I couldn't let them see how bad I truly wanted the fizzy popping candy.

I became a child in a sweetshop but not being able to have any of the sweets. It's an almost unbearable agony; like every caramel bar is looking down on me; taunting me. Showing me just exactly what I can't have. They are simply a hand grab away. Why can't I simply take what I want and walk away no fuss? It was driving me completely insane.

So I did something I am not proud of. I let my friend buy me the candy! I just couldn't help myself; I guess my desire was bigger than my pride. In doing so I attained the thing I was longer for but at what cost?

Brack