I’ve given all of my oxygen to those who couldn’t breathe, while I don’t even have enough to support myself. Now I’m out of oxygen and all I can manage to inhale is the stale air that those same people carelessly leave behind because now they have more than enough to spare. Now those who approach me gasping for air are met with somber eyes, as this now frail corpse is unable to give them what they so desperately need to survive this unimaginable game. What’s a life worth living when you can’t take a simple breath? As the air continues to swirl around me and proceeds to disappear completely, memories invade my brain, replacing the oxygen that was once in their place. The memories flash in an unorganized form and quickly bring me back to the exact moments that stranger crossed over to friend with a simple exchange- their emptiness for my air. The memories are enough. My lungs will collapse and maybe then some of the humans bubbling over with...