Mellifluous // Fillie

Prolouge

Finn

It was a beautiful spring afternoon on the day in which I first heard her voice. Don't ask me who "her" is, I really have no idea.

All I know is that she has the most beautiful, sweet, but still quite powerful voice I've ever heard.

What happened was, I was visiting my favorite place on Earth, my hiding place, my thinking place. Harmony Garden, the name fits.

I was walking through the lush, green grass, feeling the cool breeze hit my face, perfect weather, not a cloud in the sky. The slight sound of leaves rustling was music to my ears. I was sitting under my favorite tree, a huge oak planted in the center of the garden, when I heard a soft hum.

At first I thought it was the wind, but as it got louder I could hear a specific rhythm, somebody was humming the intro to one of my favorite songs.

I look around, wanting to see the source of the silky sound, but, like usual, I was alone in the garden. Or maybe, I just couldn't see the person.

I strolled around the fountain, admiring the newly bloomed wildflowers. When the hums formed into words, I whipped around, looking in the general direction of the sound. I weaved around trees, trying to find the mellifluous voice.

But I all I saw was trees, flowers and foliage. I was closer now, I could make out the words better, clear as glass.

The voice belonged to a girl, I could tell now. I felt a slight flutter in my stomach. Is it possible to fall in love with a voice?

The mystery voice sung the words, "I feel like a 6 out of 10, I gotta be up early tomorrow again."

I sat back down underneath a tree, and searched the grass near me for flowers, no, just a flower.

I picked a flower I thought matched the voice, I don't know why, but I thought some sort of visual representation would bring us closer.

"What goes on behind the words? Is there pity for a plain girl?"

I decided on a small white flower, though it had many petals, with a light yellow center. I pulled out my drawing journal and sketched the flower while the girl sang, whoever was singing probably had no idea I was listening.

When I was done drawing she had finished her song, I stuck the flower in my book, like what you do to preserve autumn leaves.

I thought that maybe I could try and talk to her, "Hello?"

I hear a gasp coming from my left, I turn quickly, but I still see nobody.

"Hello?" Someone responds quietly, she's British.

"Um, your voice is really pretty."

She doesn't respond this time, I'm aquatinted by complete silence.

Was I just imagining her? I know I heard a song, but maybe the dialogue was me daydreaming, I do seem to be daydreaming a lot lately.

I run my hands through my curly hair, I stand up and make my way back home. Maybe I'll hear her again one day.

New story yay!
I'm trying to be more detailed in my writing, how do you like it?
Anyways, to be continued...