Rui sits in front of his canvas and easel, looking out into the sunset view. His purple hair flows through the wind.

"You remind me a lot of myself." The highschool boy says, hands moving the brush gently but swiftly across the empty canvas as. "Using painting as an escape." Strangely, Rui seems to be more melancholy these days.

It's true, painting is an escape to the both of you. In a cruel world like this where everyone is acclimated to fit in, it's admirable to see people removing their restraints and being different.

"We all know too well that painting as a career is unconventional. Odd, even." The boy chuckles. "There's a high chance it won't get you anywhere in life, but for us who are bound by the norms like a bird in a cage— It's a wonderful respite." The canvas slowly transforms into the view both of you were looking at.

Rui suddenly turns towards you. "I used to think I was strong, but... Times have changed." He says, the brush in his hands beginning to shake out of his own trembling hands. He hesitates, mouth opening and closing as the purple haired boy tries to say something.

'An uncertain future' is something Rui didn't realize he'd be afraid of one day.

"I'm leaving the arts club."