Sora's PoV
That was nearly four years ago. Now Riku and I are in college, and as much together as ever. We share a three-room apartment, and he's teaching me to cook. It's funny—leave one thing in his kitchen, and he goes crazy, yet his books and instruments are all over the place… of course, since I claimed half the living room and the closet as a studio, maybe I shouldn't talk… but he likes to watch me paint. Watching him read is boring. I can think of dozens of things I'd rather be doing. Both of us have a lot of schoolwork. He's majoring in vocal music, but somehow talked his way into an extra year on scholarship, so he has time to take a bunch of other classes that have nothing to do with music. Somewhere along the line he managed to get scouted by a recording company, too. More and more often, when I turn on the radio, it's his voice I hear. It's his song on right now.
Here we stand
In ravishing rain
Joy is like pain
It feels like a miracle.
You can't turn back, you're in chains.
Never again return from a cynical world.
If you feel
You've loved me in vain
Why not re-live
You're guilty love affair?
In the warm breeze, you will cry.
Again and again, that's fate for a criminal.
fin
Okay. Actually finishing this is a bit mind blowing. It's gone so much further than I expected… when I started, it was something to fill the five minutes until math class ended. I honestly never expected to finish it at all. It was sheer luck I posted chapter one—and it was your reviews that kept me working on it, your reviews that convinced me it was worth doing. And for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dyslexic Angel