Paper Plane Words
Today I decided to go down there again. The green hair allures me for some reason. Dad said if I went out again I was in trouble, big time. Not like I care, trouble is nothing anymore.
The steel gate is still barbed and sharp, we can't talk again but I don't care, he's started passing paper planes over. They're really beautiful and his words are so precious.
Yet so sad.
"No more! You can't see that boy again, Luffy." Tears streaked down my cheeks and the paper remained in thousands of pieces until someone with less heart than human dared to sweep it away.
Every day I thought about him, missed him. I won't be able to walk the same soon and I'll have to tell him. But what? He'll get himself killed as soon as I say it. Technically it was the same thing as the truth:
'I'm moving away.'
My face remained as emotionless as possible. I'll hide my pain under my hat as
I always have. I'm never going to forget his face and I'll remember it as it was. Happy and strong, slightly stubborn. Alive.
It hurts and for some reason I can't stop it this time. Morphine isn't working apparently and I'm pretty sure I can't feel anything anymore. This means nothing, it's just…
I wanted to see you one last time…
'Dear Luffy,
Your big eyes are all I know of and your light is the only light I have anymore.
Excuse my poor writing, my calligraphy has never been too good. I'm surprised
you keep coming back, I'm dirty and weak. If you can see through that though,
I'd like it if we could carry on like this forever.
P.S I love your spelling mistakes, don't apologise for them.'
The red shirt and fancy dressings are all exquisite compared to my cloth and stain. His eyes are a reflection of the sun and the energy he has...why am I so intrigued? He's just another boy. He can't even imagine the life I have here. So selfish, I sure as hell hope he doesn't get caught. He won't survive a damn minute here. If only I could tell him this.
Prisoners own paper, I guess. Maybe it's been stolen from the warden but I don't care, it's paper. I'll tell him everything, a story, a poem. How much a waste I am to the rest of the world, and in return, he'll smile. This was never my true intention, but it's an intention I can improvise.
Even though I can tell he was always barely breathing. I'm hurt too. We're equals. No matter how much we'd hide, we could always tell and that alone killed me, the abuse and chains were nothing compared to the pain of others. This, for the first time is me…
Caring.
No, I want you to stay. Don't you damn tell me you're moving away!
I love you.
The gas clasped my throat and brought everything down again. The pain, the memories, the tears.
Let me see you damnit!
Is it morning? I can hear that voice. That voice I'm familiar with that I've never heard before. Is this real?
"Zoro!" It was, buried in tears and no more memories or pain. No more blood or suffering. No more pointless victories. This was us. We were us. No one else and
I swear that I will talk to you now, without the written lines in-between.
'Love really does last forever huh...'
'Uhuh, we must have all the time in the world.'
'And I'll spend it all with you.
My perfect paper plane.'
NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO EIICHIRO ODA. NOT ME. (No matter how much I'd like to... *sobs*)
(Should be working on my other stories…but so…damn…tempting…and sorry for the poor quality of this, it was just in my head.. ^^'')