What If Paper Planes

Chapter 2
Pain

She watched as the boy chased after her neatly folded paper plane shoot across the sky. Then, she suddenly saw him smiling. The smile that showed her the boy's small piece of happiness.

But then, her eyesight started to blur. She had to go back.

…

And so, she did.

..

But that didn't stop her from writing again.

.*.

Days passed and the two souls were beginning to think that there's still light in that dark cell, and in that blank room. That, there is still life inside of them.

So, they didn't stop sending each other letters that contained their feelings, and their feelings for each other. The girl would go to the prison every now and then, while the boy would patiently wait for her during his lunch breaks.

Nothing can break that bond that they have already made and shared. Nothing ever will.

I mean, no one ever could.

.*.*.

The doctors noticed her small recovery; how she manages to smile every once in a while and that she's able to sit up and stay awake longer than before. Her father noticed this, and became suspicious.

She was writing her reply back then, when her father walked into her room and saw all the letters. It was the ones the boy sent her, the ones the girl kept close to her when she falls asleep, the ones she held close to her heart.

He snatched the paper planes and gazed at what was inside.

"No, please Papa! Don't-!"

However, the father saw that the handwriting wasn't his daughter's and, the letter was tinted with dirt. So, he crumpled the harmless piece of paper and threw it into the trash bin.

He swore he didn't have to do that, but he just did.

He just did.

And he can just hear his daughter's tears being shed as he walked out and went back to work.

.*.*.*.

"Search the cells!"

The blond boy heard the raspy voice of the Prison Commander ring against the cold prison walls. And at the same time, he knew what the Commander meant.

Cell Inspection.

The boy's hands trembled as he searched his cell and looked for a place to hide the paper planes that he received. But then, the guard assigned to him opened his door and the Commander himself went inside.

The Commander's eyes observed every detail of the boy's cell; well, that's what it looked like, anyway.

Unfortunately, his eyes landed on the boy's side.

Where a bunch of paper planes sat beside him.

The Commander's usual calm eyes froze, like the sight of the paper planes beside the boy was a total eyesore. Some other guards began to hold the boy as the Commander snatched one of the papers and saw his daughter's handwriting. He gritted his teeth in anger as he tore the harmless paper apart.

"NO!" the boy's scream was deafening as he clenched his fist and sent it flying towards the Commander's face.

Then, they both stare at each other for a while until the other guards finally pulled the boy away.

It's as if the Commander knew exactly where the other set of paper planes were.

.*.*.*.*.

She was panting heavily, although she was just lying down on her hospital bed. She never felt this tired before. Well, not until now.

"I have to go send…my message." she mumbled, her chest heavy as she struggled to sit up. She removed the dextrose attached to her arm, even though that ultimately hurt, stood up, and walked out of the room with her hat.

Maybe this time, this time it'll be the last.

'Cause she already knew that she won't be able to survive in the next few days.