With my last breath, I will give him everything, I will give him myself with no restraint, I will give him life...
It was a rainy summer morning when we started our journey together. He was nothing, and I was everything. When I first saw him he looked so plain and dull. There was nothing, only emptiness that drew me closer and closer to him for my sole existence was to be used as a maker, a giver, and a creator. Emptiness is the thing that really gets me going, oh yeah... An emptiness that wants me to fulfill everything. He was lying there, naked and afraid, like a newborn child unexpected of what was to come, so innocent and so young. I love it when they have that young and fresh smell still on them, it makes me want to go over them even more, spread myself in all my glory and expose myself to enrich their purpose, no... Not enrich, to GIVE them purpose. He would be nothing without me, alone, boring and bored, just as I would be without him. We complete each other. In our coexistence, we bring tears and smiles to others. We bring fear to others, and we bring laughter, suspense and relief. There is always a special bond between the one who is sacrificed and that one who receives the given sacrifice, and even dough I am sacrificing myself for him I do not need your pity and I do not need your sorrow. I know I am becoming nothing as he is becoming everything and I know that in the end, you will see only him, admire only him. I will be forgotten, discarded, thrown in the trash. Noone will talk about me but everyone will lustily consume everything that I left on him. Am I angry? Am I jealous? I laugh at your stupidity... Angry and jealous? Me? You know so little about me... Yes, you use my kind and you kill us with that usage but what you don't know is that we live to be used, we live to die and we embrace our death proudly. We do it with honor because if there weren't for us you would no nothing. We gave you your history, we gave your memory. All of your wars and all of your victories would be forgotten had it not been for us. Us and his kind... What would you read to your children at their bedtime and what would you say to your lover if we never existed? How would you greet a man from a strange land and what would you put around a birds leg to be carried far away across great distances? Don't you see? We made everything. If it wasn't written it didn't happen...
Days and months had past and my life had reached its end. I gave him everything. Our human used me as he should have and he used him as he should have. I created something beautiful, we created something beautiful and as our human is making my last marks on him, as he is firmly holding me in my shrunken size and allowing me to give myself completely, I am giving everything I've got. Just a few more... I will give him just a few more... With the last of my strength and with the last of my being...
With my last breath, I gave him everything, I gave him myself with no restraint, I gave him life...
This story is my entry for the constrained writing contest #15! organized by @svashta. If you liked my story feel free to upvote, comment and/or resteem. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoed it.