What If Paper Planes

Chapter 4
Sorrow

"I'll wait! I'll wait for you forever!" his voice echoed in the girl's head.

Maybe she won't get to meet him again. That was what the girl wondered, her face all sweaty from exhaustion. Her eyesight was all blurry and her hearing seems distant, like there were bunches of cotton blocking her ears. Despite this, she still wanted to see him.

That's all she wanted, anyway; to be with him.

.*.

Another set of arms dragged him away from his cell, no complaints though. The girl's gone, his eyes were hazy after all those crying and his world is about to end.

"I have no regrets.." he muttered out softly,

"But.."

His head was dropped into a wooden slit, like a neck was shaped out of it for a reason. The other commander placed a black cover on his face as the boy prepared himself.

...

"I never knew her name."

.*.*.

Another day had passed and the boy was no more. They had to remove his remnants in his cell for the new prisoner, and so they did.

"Commander. Sir, I found something." the guard of the boy's cell handed a paper plane over the Commander's desk.

His eyes widened.

.*.*.*.

"Please let me meet him again. Wherever he is, please let me.." the girl mumbled to herself, over and over again. She can't even move a muscle, how can she-

BA-THUMP.

..

Her faint heartbeat filled her ears as her body contracted for the sudden lost of oxygen. She inhaled sharply, but still no air came in.

..

Tit.

Tit.

Tit..

.*.*.*.*.

"What happened?" the girl's father abruptly asked as he opened her door. And upon seeing the situation, he froze right at his tracks.

"Sorry, sir. But the doctor is already on it. You may wait outside." one nurse with brunette hair spoke, blocking his daughter's view.

"But, I need to be there! She-"

"I will repeat it again, sir. The doctor is doing whatever he can; you just need to wait outside. Please. This is for her." the same nurse repeated. Eventually, the father surrendered and went outside his daughter's room.

..

He only wanted to let his daughter to recover, and for her to recover, she doesn't need any obstacles that will worsen her condition. So, that's what the father did; he eliminated the said obstacle.

...

But was it the right choice?

.*.*.*.*.*.

After an hour or so, the doctor came out and the father stood straight.

"Her vital signs are unstable. Her pulse rate is also slowing. One unusual thing was, she was crying while we were doing test this past hour,"

The father flinched while the doctor continued,

"I'm sorry but I think she needs to be with the one she's closest to." the doctor smiled lightly.

"Stay with her, sir."

The father nodded and went inside her room. She was just lying there, looking as pale as ever. He sat by her bed, holding her hand with his,

Tit. Tit. Tit. Tit..

Her eyes slowly fluttered open,

"Papa..?"

Her father smiled as he reached out from his pocket and placed a paper plane on the girl's hand, enclosing it with his.

The girl's eyes can't shed any more tears, but this one; this one's because of relief and joy. And not because of sadness anymore.

She then closed her eyes, gave another smile, and surrendered into oblivion.

...

'The deep darkness tore the two of us apart yet the deep darkness brought us together again.'

.*.*.*.*.*.*.

"Hey." a calming voice said,

"Open your eyes."

And so, she did. And what she saw was almost breathtaking. It was the boy in front of her, just like before.

But now, nothing was separating them.