Rotten Strawberries

He ran fast with every ounce of life he had as the girl made her way into the street. All at once, images flashed through his mind. The day that he crumbled his clothes tattered and stained. The day he saw the apocalypse, he knew the world was going to end; when and how. He recalled the sacrifices. Everything he had, he gave away. Everything he had done was for everyone who crossed his path. The only thing he had ever known was to help others, but not himself. He remembered her face as he had seen it many times before and all the moments, she and her friends laughed and teased him. Now homeless and youthless, they never knew what he truly was for they could only see him as the butt of their jokes and a source of cruel entertainment. Now that will change and he will not know it will change, for the one thing he never learned was self love and respect. As he pushed her with all of the life left in him, thrashing her against the ground she tumbled toward the curb looking back in anger to see what did this to her. She heard the screech of tires ring out as his body was slammed against a speeding BMW. He died never knowing a kind word, or a friendly face. Hating himself as he thought others did, (and some did), he did all within his simple mind and power to earn their love or at least a smile. He died never knowing either one.