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What if Paper Planes.
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"Take him! Dispose that filthy brat!"
They dragged him, dragged him to his very own place in hell; that's what he thought. No one could ever forgive him for that 'scandalous' act as a mere peasant, anyway. Those kind of people were sent to prison to let themselves rot to their own death.
…
He was just an ordinary person after all.
…
Who tried to kill an aristocrat.
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..
By accident.
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"How are you feeling, my dearest?"
"I'm…just fine, Papa." she coughed. The situation's the same, as always. She was in a very blank room again, unable to easily move through all the tubes connected to her. She can just feel another batch of liquid flowing into her frail body, like, renewing her, somehow. But at the same time, she felt her life draining out of her, little by little.
"I want to go where you work, Papa." the girl pleaded.
"Who would visit that dirty prison? It's not good for your health, dear."
"But, I want to see the world. I want to get out of this small, cage." she finally caught that word.
The girl's father felt her words; that she really meant what she said.
But the circumstances weren't just right.
"Just get better. Then, you'll be able to see the world." he kissed his daughter's forehead, bidding her goodbye as he stood up and left the room.
His last words felt like she, was ultimately weak.
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It was lunch break and all the prisoners were released into the field. He was grateful to see the sky once again, after all those days with the cold cement surrounding him.
He sat and stared at the boundary; it was a tall set of deadly wires separating him from his beloved freedom.
Separating him from a beautiful girl he saw.
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The daughter escaped from the hospital she was in and fortunately, no one sued her for doing so. She got her extra clothes, wore her hat for protection and went to the place she really wanted to go.
Because where her father worked, beside that cold prison,
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is a land full of life.
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"Hello." she said in a soft voice. He wondered why the girl was talking to him, who was a soon-to-be-dead prisoner.
But he was shy enough not to talk back.
He stood up,
"Hello, young lady."
The girl smiled as she twirled back to the grasslands in front of the boundary. The boy silently watched her as she picked up a white flower.
"Hey. Try to catch this." the blond girl placed the fresh flower in between a folded paper plane and threw it across the sky, over the boundary that was separating them.
The boy chased the paper plane 'til it landed on the ground, and saw the flower inserted inside of it. He ran back, holding the paper plane, to the boundary to say thank you, but..
She was already gone.
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"She'll definitely be back to see my reply."
Then, lunch break was over.
- To be continued.
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(No notes for awhile. But in the last chapter there will be one, okay? Keep reading~)