Mellifluous // Fillie

2

Finn

I found myself, yet again, wandering the lush paths of the garden, the faint sound of water rushing, soothing my nerves.

It's empty, just as I'd imagine on a Wednesday afternoon. I plopped down underneath the willow tree and unzipped my backpack, grabbing out my math folder.

I let myself get trail into some weird school trance as I solved problem after problem, I'm halfway down the page when I hear a loud rustle from the tree near by. I brush it off, probably just a small family of birds, or a squirrel.

The cool spring breeze whips my hair, and I feel cold all of the sudden, I decide to move, onto a patch of grass underneath the sun. I feel yellow rays of warmth deep into my skin, like honey mixing in tea.

I find it hard to continue my math homework when I hear it, a faint sound, a sweet sound.

Could I imagine something like this twice? Or was there really someone here? I shoved my folder into my backpacks and stood up, brushing the specs of debris of my jeans.

I walk back to the willow tree, hoping the voice would be easier to hear, and it was. It sung a song I knew all to well, it spread a smile across my cheeks.

Although, I've never heard the song song in quite a way like this, soft, just like the original, but higher, it took my breath away for a hot second.

Age of consent, such a good song. I walked forward, looking around like a lost child. The chorus came along I couldn't resist, but to sing along with her.

"And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you, just what you want me to. You're not the kind that needs to tell me, about the birds and the bees."

I hear a loud gasp came from above. There's definitely someone up there.

"Hello?" I call out.

"Hi."

She responded, this is the oddest thing I've done all year, talking to a voice in a tree? It feels like a weird children's story, almost.

I am lost for words, what do you say to a person who sings in a tree?

"Are you real?" I asked, immediately face palming myself afterwards.

"Good question." She responds. I laugh, whoever this person is has a good sense of humor. "Guess you'll have to figure that out."

A few seconds pass, "Still can't figure it out," I say, hoping to earn a laugh from the mysterious British voice.

She responds with a soft giggle, how fucking cute.

"Well, I'm Finn."

I'm accompanied by yet another gasp. "What's surprising about my name?"

"Oh nothing, I-I uh..."

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Millie."

Millie, where have I heard that name?

To be continued....
Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been busy with school.