What If Paper Planes

Chapter 3
Torment

The boy noticed that his lunch breaks were beginning to shrink, meaning that his chance of seeing the girl again was also decreasing. He also noticed that the girl rarely even visits him anymore.

But still, he never gave up.

One day, when the sun was up, high in the sky, she came.

But somehow, he saw the sadness deep inside her blue eyes, which were happy back then.

The girl threw the paper plane with all she had and when he finally caught it, he saw the first words.

"I'm sorry. I have to go somewhere far away."

He can almost hear her words saying bye-bye.

.*.

The girl saw that the boy's impression changed, meaning that he already saw the girl's first words that spoke her goodbyes. Then, without further ado, she turned her back and started walking.

…

"I'll wait for you! I'll wait for you forever!" the boy shouted out, letting the whole world hear his statement. She tried not to cry, because it might speed up her heartbeat and lead her dying right there.

"We'll meet again, alright?"

Even with these words, the girl still marched on, back to the hospital, her face soaked in tears.

.*.*.

The boy's eyes widened. Both because he was being dragged by two sets of arms again, back to his cell, and because of what happened recently.

..

What he doesn't know is, the Prison Commander was watching him all along.

"Lock him down." The Commander ordered as the boy's cell door closed shut. There was still sunlight shining through the small steel bars, there's still time to write a reply. Even though he might not be able to see the sky again, even though he might not be able to see the next daylight..

Even though the paper plane might not reach the girl at all.

But still, he needed to write a reply. He just needed to.

Simply because, he loves her.

.*.*.*.

"Where have you been, milady?"

"You still didn't take your medicines.."

"Thank goodness, you're-oh dear!"

The blond girl felt dizzy at the sound of the nurses' ringing voices circling around her. And it looks like, she can't take this anymore.

Even if she really wanted to.

.*.*.*.*.

"Prepare his execution."

"But sir.."

"No exceptions. He tried to kill an aristocrat and his grace period's over." the Commander's voice filled the minds of his guards as he burned in anger upon remembering that set of paper planes with the blond boy. He can't just stand his daughter wasting her precious energy with that worthless piece of meat.

"As you wish, sir." the second in command finally surrendered. There's no point in arguing with the Commander, every guard in this prison knows that.

"Make sure he never sees the next sunrise again."

.*.*.*.*.*.

She can feel the tubes increasing again and that dextrose one was still as annoying as ever. She can't even normally breath and her body felt like a large tube that was connected into a hundred small ones.

At least her last letter reached him. At least, he might be released someday. At least..

He'll be ale to live on.

..

Unlike her.

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

He was dreaming that they were together. That, they were walking across those grassy plains where she always stood on when she gave her letters. She had that radiant smile that brightened up his world, that brought color into his colorless one.

But then, the water came and washed all the colors away.

"Wake up!" a bucket of fresh ice water soaked his blond hair as he shook the coldness away. He saw the "other" commander in front of him, wearing an empty face. The boy knew what this meant, because what was in this person's plate ID,

reads, 'Executioner'.