"Golden Melody" is a tale of love, dreams, and resilience, exploring the power of music and memory as Zatariel fights to bring back the melody of their hearts amidst the challenges they face.
Will their shared passion for music be enough to bridge...
Mimi and Thyron sitting in their seats. And I sat beside her, greeted Mimi with a smile.
"So, how was it?" I asked, my voice laced with genuine interest.
"FINAAAALS na sa may 24!" Mimi exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Woah! I knew you could make it," I said, winking playfully. I patted her head, and she just giggled, her laughter a melody that filled the room.
For today, we'd be painting for the whole afternoon.
The assignment was simple: paint something that represents ourselves. I picked up my brush, my mind already buzzing with ideas. I wanted to capture the essence of who I was, the complexities that made me unique, the contradictions that defined me.
My painting was a strange combination of features, a reflection of the different aspects of myself that I felt were important.
I started with a cat, a creature that embodied the tsundere nature I often found myself displaying. Then, I added large, black feathered wings, a symbol of the freedom and grace I craved, a yearning for something beyond the ordinary.
Finally, I added a bushy tail, a reminder of the wildness that simmered beneath the surface, the untamed spirit that yearned to break free.
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"Wow, Zat, you're really talented! Not just in the casino, hahaha," Kyliah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I turned to look at her, with my expression of annoyance. She just gave me a peace sign, her smile mischievous.
"Babe, your piece is so weird. How does this painting represent you?" Marie asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"It's so cute, Riel," Mimi said, her laughter bubbling up like a spring. I walked forward to see her piece, a simple yet powerful image of a clover, its leaves delicate and intricate, its stem strong and resilient.
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"Trade?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.
She just nodded, her agreement silent but clear. I heard Thyron mutter "tsk" behind me, his disapproval clear. Hey, dude, it's just a painting! I thought to myself, my gaze fixed on Mimi's artwork.
After class, I hung Mimi's clover painting on the wall of my room. I noticed some words scrawled on the back of the canvas, a simple inscription that caught my attention.
"Poem?" I read aloud, my voice a question.
The door wasn't closed, so Mimi was already beside me on the sofa in my room, her presence a welcome surprise.
"Yeah, like a poem, but with music," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a song, silly."
I just nodded, my mind still trying to grasp the concept. "That's all I wanted to say. Bye!" she said, her voice a cheerful farewell.
And she ran and went inside her room, leaving me alone with her painting and the mystery of her
"Golden Melody."
I closed the door to my room and picked up the canvas, my gaze fixed on the delicate clover, it leaves a symbol of hope, its stem a reminder of resilience. I read the words again,
"Golden Melody,"
my mind struggling to reconcile the image with the concept.
I picked up the poem she wrote, my gaze tracing the words, feeling a strange mixture of tenderness and confusion.
I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling of connection, of understanding.
"I don't need a perfect voice to sing for you You already know, my love is true A golden melody, our hearts entwined Together we'll sing, a love we'll find"
I realized that Mimi's words weren't just about a romantic love, but a deeper, more profound kind of love, a love that transcended the boundaries of physical attraction.
It was a love that nurtured, that inspired, that made you want to be a better person.
I continued reading, my heart pounding with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
Her words resonated with me, echoing the unspoken feelings that I had been struggling to express.
I realized that Mimi wasn't just an aspiring musician, she was a poet, a storyteller, a woman who expressed her emotions through art. And I was drawn to her, not just because of her beauty, but because of her depth, her vulnerability, her spirit.
I finished reading the poem, my mind filled with a newfound understanding.
