[CHALLENGE] Object POV

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Man!  Drabbles are like Pringles.  Once you gog, you can't stog!

Here's another.

Why me?  Why me, I ask you.  I mean, I used to be as much a part of him as his hair…well, better not use that one since we’re both in the same boat, so to speak… his features (better), his quick mind.  And we were happy together.  I know we were.  I know it!

 

But then, the worst happened.  We left.  All of us.  Went across the big water to end up on some god forsaken cold hunk of rock in the middle of nowhere with people I could barely understand. 

 

I hated it.  Hated it, I tell you.  Because everyone was different, and because they were, he was different to them.  And they hurt him for it.  Oh yes, they did.  Hard, and often.

 

Oh bloody hell, call a spade a spade, why don’t you?  They hurt him for me.  Me!  What did I ever do to anyone, I ask you?  You’re right.  Nothing.  Not a thing.

 

But it got so bad, it was either them or me, and damnitall if he didn’t go and pick them.  I can’t really blame him much.  I mean, if he died, then I died too, and I loved him enough to want at least one of us to go, so I let it be me.  I made it easier on him than I could have.  Some others, they never leave, no matter how much pain it causes their owners, but me, I couldn’t.  I just couldn’t.  So when he wanted me gone, though I kicked and screamed and struggled, I left.

 

But I didn’t leave completely.  I just….hid, knowing he’d need me later, one day.  Cause I knew what he didn’t at the time.  His destiny.  And it wasn’t that stupid Marine Biology, either.  Bloody hell, it was the damn water that caused this in the first place.  If we’d have never crossed it, he and I could still be together.

 

But I’ve got to learn to let bygones be bygones.  It’s hard, but I have to.

 

Like I was saying, I knew his destiny, and because of that, I knew he’d be needing to call me up from time to time to get the job done.

 

But now, I could kick myself.  Hard.  Really hard.  Because, you see, I let go too easily.

 

I only wanted to spare him pain, you understand.  But now, when he really needs me, well, they beat me out of him so badly that he can’t even call me back anymore.  Not really.  Not like he should have.

 

It would have been glorious.

 

Damn bullies.

 

Don’t they know that Scottish accents have needs too?