Alfred POV.
I was thrown off guard when Pretty Boy threw a plane to me when it was my turn. I figured nothing of it despite the fact that he looked like he was going to cry. I opened the letter quickly...
Dear Orphan Boy,
I'm sorry to say that I must leave. It is not my choice, but it is the terrible fate I've been handed. I hope you will always remember me, because I will always remember you. Good fortune will come to you, even if bad befalls you with my leaving.
As Always, In Best Optimism,
Pretty Boy.
I looked out the window as tears filled my eyes. I shouted after him:
"I only wish to know your name!"
And he was gone. The boy that waltzed into my life so happily had gone, and though I hoped he'd come back, I knew he wouldn't.
Ma'am walked into my room. Her face was red with anger. She glared at my box of letters.
"What is the meaning of all of this ruckus?! And those planes!" she shouted as she walked over and lifted the box.
"No!" I shouted as I stuffed the last one into my pocket. I reached for the box, but she only lifted it higher.
"I warned you. No more, these are being burned!"
I fell to my knees and burst into broken sobs. She turned and left with a slam of the door.
I had one lousy letter to remind me of the loveliest boy I'd ever met.
I had a flimsy letter to remind me of the prettiest boy I'd ever met... the boy who took my heart... and the boy who left it out to dry.
And all I could do was cry.
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Paper Prison ~ AmeriPan
Fanfic[COMPLETED] Alfred was a young boy who's parents died a while back. He grew up in a terrible orphanage -- a prison, more like... And the only thing that kept him to pull along, to stay alive, to get up every morning, was the beautiful person that wa...
