Paper Planes

The boy stares between the spaces of the barbed wire fence. What he sees is pure beauty. The girl opposite of him was dressed in pale pink and wore a bright smile. The boy had seen her before; every day since last Tuesday, in fact.
The day he first saw her, he took a brave chance. He wrote her a note. He wrote down how beautiful he thought the girl was, and how he loved her smile. He folded the paper, into the shape of a plane, and threw the plane to drift towards the girl in pink. She read the letter, and the smile he now saw was one of true happiness. The two children shared paper planes daily after that. The boy was truly in love.
He had a handsome face, though his dark clothes were tattered and dirty. His life was of misery, trapped in the prison with several of his kind.
She had a beautiful face. Her blue eyes shone bright, and her pink attire almost glowed. The two were polar opposites; The girl was destined for a slow, painful death. Her body slowly lost sense, and she continued to destroy herself as she snuck out of the hospital doors at the same time every day, until she could no longer hold her own body to sit. Then, she couldn't talk, and a little while after that she went blind. Then came her last hours, her sense of smell had gone astray and the last thing she heard, was her father's cries.
Oh, how she had wished he would not take his pain out on the boy she had fallen in love with. The boy her own father had imprisoned. The boy, although tortured since capture, was destined for a quick death. A bullet to the head for misbehaviour was all it took before his life came to an end.