Wealthy Girl (Rin)
When I saw his smiling face, I didn't want to tell him the truth about my sickness; I knew it would hurt him. I forced my face into a smile and told him I would be going away for a long period of time. I turned away so he couldn't see the tears that streamed madly from my eyes. When he asked when I would be coming back in a little voice, I answered, "not for a very long time." Then he told me something I would never forget, "I would always treasure the paper airplanes you gave me". As I slowly walked away to the hospital my face hot with tears. I realized this is the first time we talked to each other. I gave a bittersweet smile as my body broke down. Goodbye, my friend.
Prisoner Boy (Len)
On a usual day as always, in a cold, dark world, I came to the meeting place. And meeting the girl as always, the sun to my melancholic life, I didn't come prepared for such news. She stood a bit more distance than she usually did. The girl's first words to me were in a cheerful voice followed by a faraway sad smile, I'm sorry…I would be leaving for a while… don't worry". I was horrified and the thought of you leaving was hard to bare. Of all the times in my life of agony, I have never cried so painfully in my life. With you leaving, I, a simple prisoner, could never follow you. I was told she wouldn't be back for a long time. "I would always treasure the paper airplanes you gave me" I told her. She stiffened, turned her head side to side, and told me not to worry. And she gave me a smile, a smile enough to comfort me, but not to dry my unstoppable tears. I'd be waiting for you.
Wealthy Girl (Rin)
The day my body broke down, my nurse found me, a limp little girl suffering on the floor. Right now, I'm almost fully paralyzed. I could barely reach the paper airplanes high on the table. I can't read them with blurred eyes but, I could still feel the warmth of it. I spend every minute trying to read your letters until that one day. Father came once to comfort me since my life is a little fragile thread about to break. He saw me reading them, ask me what it is. "Nothing" I answered. He grabbed one, read it and soon his calm smiling face transformed into a crimson ball of anger as he crumpled it and went outside. I prayed to the gods for the little prisoner boy to be safe. I thought of all the memories I had with him and my suffering. My memories of him are the most special as he helped me feel better on the inside; he was the first one that gave me warm feelings