YCH 2/7 for  Valachko


"It began with pride in his winnings, a form of sin first innocent, until vain. The flowers and the cheers and the promises of carts upon carts of sweets and treats led Valachko to grin and gloat and think to himself, 'I deserve this. I deserve every second, I deserve every pound.'
But, soon those thoughts turned as the two carts overflowing with fresh-baked goods started to appear the day after, promised to return refilled every day for the next week. 'Deserve' turned to 'want' and 'need' as eyes grew bigger than stomach and stomach grew, too. 'I want this. I need this.' Greed tickled his sweet-scented breath. 'I deserve this' became 'I deserve more'."