The Prisoner and the Paper Planes
Chapter 5
((Alfred's POV))
For us, that was just the start of things. Before I knew it, everyday I was running over to that spot to get or send a paper airplane to that girl.
It made me feel really happy to hear from her. I found out that her brother was the man who had taken me. She said he was actually really nice but I found that hard to believe. I told her about my family. How my older brother couldn't cook that well and how quiet and reserved my brother was. She also told me something about her sister that made me laugh. Whenever her brother was around, her younger sister would stalk him.
We just seemed to talk about anything we could talk about. From food to how our lives were before the war started. I remember specifically that she said that her and her family used to live in what she described as 'the cutest house ever'.
However, where she lived there was tons of snow. I told her that I really didn't like snow all that much, but her home seemed interesting.
Then, I realized that I had fallen in love with that girl. I started trying to drop hints in which she didn't seemed to get, so finally I just wrote a note asking if she loved me and she said yes.
I couldn't of been more happier. Also, whenever I would read her letters, or see her when she passed by, I felt more confident that I would make it out of this place alive. Even if in the back of my mind I was shouting that I wouldn't be saved, the rest of it was filled with the war somehow ending and me and the girl could actually be together.
You're probably wondering where I keep all the letters. Actually I took my pillow case off and hid the letters in there, and hid the pillow case under my bed. The guards would hardly ever clean the rooms, so they were safe.
But then the day came when I got one last letter from the girl. I was heartbroken. The letter said,
'Dear My Love,
I am sorry to say this, but this will be my last letter. I have to leave to somewhere far away and I don't think we'll see each other again. However, I will still continue to love you, and maybe fate will be merciful and let us meet in a better time. I loved all the conversations we had together and I will not forget you. Please don't forget about me..'
When I read that letter I fell down at the spot, crying. I couldn't stop the tears at all. I really did truly love her. What made it worse is that she didn't respond to me when I said that I would always be waiting for her. No matter what, though, I couldn't chase her, I couldn't call her, I couldn't go after her. I couldn't do anything.
So I'll agree with the letter...Please let fate be merciful..
