Prisoner Boy (Len)
One day I decided to throw my feelings and words across the barrack to the girl. It flew right into the girl's arms as she opened it and read. A little while after she turned to me and smiled causing me to smile back. Days and even months past as each day we exchanged messages by paper planes. They gave me the courage and strength to keep on living. They also gave me happiness, the one thing I never felt in a long time. She made the darkness in my heart go away. But still, she would never feel my agony and pain.
Wealthy Girl (Rin)
That day I caught the plane in my arms as the boy signaled me to open it up. I did as told as saw lines of writing. From that day on we gave and sent messages across, each day I received a little bit of his memories and experiences and he would receive mine. But, as each day passed, more and more tubes were inserted on my body and my hearing became worse. But, the letters gave me strength, the sunlight in my sun-blocked room; to keep on living, so I could see him again. Eventually, my body was a broken doll, I could barely move, but I just wanted to see him one more time. I conjured all my strength just to walk to the meeting place.
