Support
I was always there.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Hoping.
Dreaming.
Always giving.
And yet not receiving.
Not because I didn't accept, but because you never offered.
Still, I supported you.
Changed your hand when you needed a new extension.
Sharpened your axe, free of charge, even when I knew that it would be dull from the bark of the trees by tomorrow.
Offered that block of ice at the end of a long day.
Rebalanced your hammer, while trying to tolerate you bragging on yourself forever.
Listened to you sprout statistics nonstop.
Even giving you my failed contraptions so you could go and destroy stuff with it.
But you weren't there for me.
None of you.
Not really.
Sure, occasionally you would leap in and keep me from getting eaten by a Gronckle of Zippleback.
But was it to keep me alive or to make sure that you always had a punching bag around.
But, I'll still support you, even if you don't do the same for me.
Mom once said, "It's the little things that matter."
Well, I've done the little things.
A lot of little things.
Maybe, someday, you will support me too.
Even if it's a little thing, I'll remember it like it was a big one.
Who knows.
Maybe it will be.
But that's all I want.
Not muscle.
Not a girlfriend.
Not pride from my father.
Not acceptance.
Not "fitting in".
Support.
Hey guys! Just a quick oneshot that popped into my head yesterday. Hope you all enjoy.
So, please go read my other fanfics, specifically "The Lion, The Witch, and The Hiccup" and "Till Death Do Us Part". I don't even need you to review, just a follow or two (or dozen). So... please?
Anyway, keep writing!
DinoMaster316