A/N I was listening to Vocaloid again, and began to cry when I watched the Prisoner/Paper air planes songs. At first I wanted to do it with Red and Green but I realized that it was more fitting if it was a Gold and Silver story. If you haven't heard these songs, you might want to look them up because they make me cry every time! Enjoy.


A long time ago, in a terrible place, I the lowly prisoner fell for a boy. I could see you through the fence, and whenever I saw you, my heart would skip a beat.

From a young age, my freedom had been ripped away. Locked away just as I am now. And every time I saw you I could only see our differences.

One day, I took a chance and wrote a letter for you, and then folded it into a paper airplane. When I was next released into the yard, I saw you again. I took the letter and threw it with all of my might, and I just hopped that it would somehow reach you.

The guards come soon after and take me back to my cell. 'If only I could get away', I would think as I close my eyes and imagine an open field with no fences in sight. But I have to open my eyes eventually and realize that what I hope for is all a lie.

You come again the next day and throw me an airplane. I smile as I read it and hold it close to my chest. You smile too and for a moment, all of my worries disappear. I Think to myself that maybe all the good things out there just might be true.

You turn away to leave, you long red hair moving slightly as you do. I panic slightly, not wanting this feeling to go away, so I call out to you, "Please! Come back, I just want to have a decent talk with you!" You turn to look at me and give me a sad smile before continuing to walk away. I close my eyes and hold your letter close thinking that just maybe you might realize how much our distance hurts me.

I watch as you leave, and for some odd reason, I smile. I smile because I know you will come back tomorrow.

Day and mounts eventually pass, and the darkness of my prison begins to fade. The paper planes you sent me were my everything.

The next day you come again, but you seem more distant than usual. For some reason, I don't think you look well. Almost sickly. You weakly throw you airplane and it barley makes it over the fence. Your letter told me that you were leaving and that this was goodbye.

You turn away, and this time I don't smile. You're not coming back. You're never coming back. Pain burst up inside of me, making it hard to breath. Tears stream down my face and I can't make them stop. I've never cried so much.

Every time I saw you, I could stop myself from smiling. I smiled and laughed despite whatever the future may hold for me.

All of those days passed and I still don't know your name. You never singed your letters, probably for your own safety. I can't blame you. And I still imagine a bright future for us where ever you are.

I curl up with all of your paper planes inside of my cell. I feel sick. I can't call out for you. I can't follow you. I can't even get out of here.

More time passes and I'm beginning to forget what you look like so I write on my cell walls what I remember. Pale skin. Silver eyes. Red hair. For some reason, I remember you better when I look at your letters. I keep at least one of them with me at all times as a sort of good luck charm.

One day, one of the guards steals one of your letters. He has the other guards hold me back as he rips it into pieces. He laughs at my pitiful face and I can see the color of his eyes. Silver. Just like yours. And for some reason, that sends me over the edge.

How dare he steal my things! How dare he rip your letters! How dare he have your eyes! How dare he! HOW DARE HE!

I somehow slip out of the other guards grip and manage to knock him to the ground. I punch him repeatedly. Over and over and over again, until finally the other guards pull me away from him. By now I am crying, thinking about you again and how I will never see you, or your eyes. As the drag me away, I grab one of the pieces of your letter and hold it close to my chest, begging for it to give me some sort of strength.

I know where they are taking me. Whenever a prisoner misbehaved, the guards would take him away to the room with no light, and he would never come out. I guess after all my years of being here, my time has finally come.

All of the letters we exchanged have left me with no regrets. But then, some part of my screams that I want to live a little longer. I am no longer full of confusion. I know what I want.

I want to see you again. Just once. Just one more time.

If I had one wish, I would want to go back to the time we spent together. All those days we once shared suddenly flash into my mind. All of our emotions were spread out and written into so many words that I want to read again. I am now sure that your letters where the only thing that kept me going even through the darkest of times.

I can feel myself getting weak, but still I cling to my life. I imagine a field full of grey weeds, and in the middle of them is a small red flower.

Even though you and I lived two different lives, I still tried to take a chance and somehow be with you.

I can feel my heart beat change as my last moments draw near. Can't you let me talk to him just once more?

I grab you letter with the little strength I have let. This chamber filled with darkness is where my life will end. I let out a scream, and listen to it echo, and I know no one else can hear me.

Tears now flow freely from my face as a stab of pain comes from my chest. I can hardly breathe.

I just want to know one simple thing…

What is your name?


A/N Silver's side of the story will be up soon. Hope you liked it and here are some digital tissues.