Four-Coloured Pen

Green

After eleven months, I've actually finished this story! (*cries*) I'll be posting all three latest chapters here immediately because daaaaamn, I haven't been on Wattpad forever. Plus what is the use of delaying the others? Bear with me because the format may change from how it looks on FF, but I'll work with it.

I hope you that whoever you are, you enjoy the third chapter of Four-Coloured Pen!

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The third time it happens, Sora is in university.

He's not really able to think about anything right now besides what he's going to write for the fourth paragraph of this unfamiliar contexts essay. Style, voice, tone, structure, imagine you are there... analyze the text...

It's hard. Exams are hard. He studies hard and he works hard, even determinedly so in order for him to graduate and earn a degree. His last years in high school were all about getting good enough grades to get into the top university of Destiny Islands and make a future for himself. And what better future is there for a timid, shy teen like him than a career in literature? It was from hanging out with Riku all that time in the ninth grade that's made him realize that wow, he could actually be a journalist. He's observant, very introspective, (often) truthful. From that moment on, the brunette vowed to himself to work as hard as he could to do exactly that.

And here he is.

Okay, so there's a possibility that he's repeating what he's said in the previous paragraph of his essay, but it doesn't matter now because he's running out of time. There's fifteen minutes on the clock, fourteen minutes on his watch, this is the last essay Sora is writing within a span of three hours. Once he's done, he'd be happy to visit Riku and Kairi to complain about the test, just as long-time friends always seem to do.

What has changed for him over the span of four years? Sora's just turned eighteen, and soon after their exam period he's going to apply for a part-time job maybe to help pay for rent and living supplies. He has a car, but he can't drive yet (he can just imagine how disastrous it would be for him to drive when he can't even properly walk to places without getting into an accident), he shares an apartment with his two best friends (okay, so the car is actually Riku's most of the time, but all three of them saved up for it so it's just as his as it belongs to Kairi) within close range of their own universities (Kairi's with him at Destiny University while Riku is at a dominantly athletic academy).

Yeah. They're all still friends. Once Sora got over the initial shock of rejection, he knew he still loved Kairi and the silverette was very, very kind and protective of her. Sure, Riku was a little edgy to her at first, but it turns out that it was normal for him to insult people upon meeting them because, according to the soulmate birthmark the aquamarine-eyed teen bore across his stomach, his soulmate would have to call him a moron. Sora couldn't be cruel enough to shut them away just because things did not work in his favour. With that said, the brunette learned to admire their love for one another – heck, he was the key witness of watching it develop, and all was good.

He still stands by his inward desire to have someone love him more than anyone could love anything else, but he's got a future career to focus on now. He certainly doesn't need any distractions along the way.

Not at all.

Sora is one to take his time during exams, so in that great hall of over about three hundred students at the beginning of the day, the brunette is still working, finalizing the conclusion with one or two sentences. He reads over the other two essays quickly and once he's pretty happy with them, he closes the paper and tucks all the necessary sheets into one booklet. There are only a few heads around who still seem to be writing until time, the scrit scrat scribbling sounds coming from different areas of the hall. It's only today that he's carrying a pen with him – nowadays, he tends not to bring one to avoid any more chance encounters with strangers.