Her Name Was Meloni

Nando

At first I didn't know what to draw but as soon as I put my pencil on the paper my heart took over.

My hands began to love on there own and before I knew an image began to form. It wasn't an amazing drawing but I understood what I wanted to do now. I knew my vision.

A girl in the middle of the forest curled into a little ball surrounded by trees. From parts of her body she had cords coming from her and when you would follow them they would get lost in the forest never know where the beginning or the end is.

The more I drew, the more it came to life.

"Where do the chords lead to?" A voice behind me said causing me to jump and pulling me out of my trance.

It was a guy. A very handsome guy. Tall, light brown eyes, fluffy brown hair. He looked like puppy personified but hot. Does that thought make me a furry? He didn't look like the type that was interested in Art. He looked like he liked to work out and do sports.

"Hello?" He said calling out to me again. I snapped out of it again. He watched me strangely. Was I staring again? Fuck me! I though I was getting better at hiding that.

"It's up to your interpretation." I said, answering his previous question. Trying my best to ignore the fact that a tall buff hot guy with great hair is hovering over me.

He waited in silence like he wanted me to explain.

"The chords don't necessarily have a beginning or ending. Some might say, the chords are coming from her and going into the forest. Other may say, the chords are coming from the forest into the girl. One person could say that the chords are attached to a machine in the forest that is keeping her alive. Another could say that there is only one big chord and she is the beginning and end. So it up to your interpretation." I said.

He nodded thoughtfully, a smile playing on his lips. "And what's your interpretation?" He asked.

"There is no end, there is no beginning. Just a girl stuck in cycle of chords and the idea of freedom." I said.

His smile became sad. But there wasn't pity in his eyes, more understanding. "My names Nando."

"Meloni." I said, eyes moving back to my unfinished drawing.

"Beautiful." He murmured. And my eyes shot to his. His smile was unwavering. Filled with charm and confidence. "Your drawing I mean."

I knew he wasn't talking about the drawing but I let it slide. I moved my gaze back to my paper and picked up my pencil.

Out of curiosity I asked, "What are you drawing?"

I didn't look up from my draw but I could the absence of his presents, but he was soon back by my side, and my peripheral I could see he was holding something.

"May I?" He pointed at my board. He wanted to sit in front of me so i v could see it on full display. I nodded. Once he laid it down, I was shocked. It was a beautiful drawing. It wasn't finished but I saw the vision of the finished product and almost fell in love with it.

It was drawing of an Angel falling leaving little feathers in its wake, but the feathers end up turning it pieces of paper. And on each piece of paper had a message. The Angel had his mouth cover and the expression in its eyes was heart wrenching. Like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't.

"Oh wow." Was all I could say. I ran my hands over the face of the Angel. It was so well drawn. He probably spent most of class working on getting expression right.

"Since his mouth covered he can't say anything. There were so many unsaid words. And as he fell harder in despair, his feathers became his words. The words he was never able to say, and he just hopes that they can float back to heaven." His voice sounded distant, but strangely filled with pride.

"It's a beautiful way to look at regret." I said. His gaze was on me again.

"Is yours a lack of freedom? Or a lack of an ending?" H asked.

I shrugged my shoulder, still in trance by those drawn eyes, "Could be both." I said.

I grabbed his paper and handed it back to him. He chuckled to himself out of nowhere, and I stared at him questioningly.

"Sorry, your just not what I expected. I just thought you'd be a bit prissy and spoiled." He said with a cringe.

"No offense taken. I thought you were brainless jock, who didn't know a clue about art. So we're even." I said. Though my thought weren't that harsh, but he called me prissy and spoiled. Had to make it hurt a little.

He laughed. Like busted out laughing. "Well you got some of that right. I am technically a jock. I'm on the schools football team."

"Well that means I'm a better judge of character than you." I said with a laugh.

And he nodded. "Yep. It does."

"Alright class! You will have the rest of today and some time next class when you can finish everything up. Then we will have a mini gallery, where everyone will walk through and look at your drawings. Do not sign your names on them. I want you remain anonymous, so when next class comes, no one will know whose is whose." She said.

Welp me and......damn I already forgot his name.

Nando!

Well we already broke that rule. But I wouldn't lie if I said I wasn't excited to see his finishing project.

"See you guys next time. Class dismissed." She said I began to gather my things and Nando left my side to his table.

Once I was done I began to walk out but I heard a voice call to me.

"Meloni! Wait up!" He asked.

I turned to Nando who was making his way to me. His smile was wide and cute. "Sorry if I'm coming off a little forward, but do you have a boyfriend?"

My eyes damn near popped out my sockets.

A boyfriend!?