Kiku POV
I woke up painfully today. It was another day where my legs hurt so much that I nearly didn't dare to stand. My muscles were pained and the agony of it all was too much to bear. I wanted to stand and I wanted to run and play like I used to... But my muscles throbbed.
I pulled out the letter from yesterday.
Dear Pretty Boy,
I think you are super cool. I would love to talk to you, but I'm super sad that I can't. This place is guarded like a prison. But I sure would love to meet you when I get out of here, no matter when it is! Even if it is when I'm 18!
Optimism (that word that you used :D),
The orphan boy.
I smiled. The words he wrote seemed like music. They came off of the paper and danced in the thin air... I thought for a moment... The smile of the orphan boy drove me to stand. It was hard, and my moves were robotic, but I smiled and assure father that I was okay to go on my walk. I held my plane tightly as I walked down the sidewalk and out of the ruckus of the city.
And just like the day before, I smiled to mask the pain and walked to the fence. I threw my plane through the fence and through the bars. I turned and escaped as quickly as I could...
I won't see him outside of his prison. Everyone tells me to be optimistic, but I'm losing faith now.
Only a miracle can save me...
And the miracle, the hero to save me from dullness is the orphan boy.
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Paper Prison ~ AmeriPan
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