Chapter 3: The First Session

Chapter 3: The First Session❤️❤️

​The following Tuesday afternoon, the art room was quiet save for the soft scrape of a pencil on paper. The late afternoon sun filtered through the high windows, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. Feli sat at her desk, grading papers, while Sangsangi sat at a drawing table in the back.

​She had arrived promptly at four o'clock, her sketchbook clutched in her hand. There were no pleasantries, no small talk. She simply sat down and opened her sketchbook to a blank page. Feli didn't mind. She found the silence between them to be comfortable, a shared space where they could exist without the need for conversation. It was a language she understood.❤️❤️

​Feli glanced up from her papers. Sangsangi was sketching a human figure, but it was abstract, fragmented. A hand, a shoulder, a torso—all disconnected and drawn with a sharp, precise line. Feli walked over, intrigued.

​"Is that a person?" Feli asked, leaning over the table.❤️❤️

​Sangsangi nodded, not looking up. "It’s what I feel like on the inside. All the pieces are there, but they don't fit together.❤️❤️

​Feli felt a pang of empathy. She knew that feeling, the sense of being an incomplete puzzle. She picked up a charcoal stick from a nearby jar. "What if you tried to connect them?" she suggested softly. "Not with a line, but with a different shade, a different tone. Let the shadows guide you."

​Sangsangi paused, her pencil hovering over the paper. She looked at Feli, her eyes searching, as if trying to understand the deeper meaning behind her words. Feli didn't look away. She simply held her gaze, a silent promise of understanding passing between them.❤️❤️

​Slowly, tentatively, Sangsangi took a charcoal stick and began to fill in the spaces between the fragmented lines. The smudges of charcoal acted as bridges, connecting the disjointed pieces of the figure. The drawing began to take on a new life, a new coherence. The disconnected pieces were no longer just fragments; they were part of a whole, held together by the careful blending of light and shadow.❤️❤️

​Hours passed, and the sun began to set. When Sangsangi finally looked up, the drawing was complete. The figure was still abstract, but it was no longer broken. It was whole, held together by the careful, intentional marks she had made.

​Feli looked at the drawing, then at Sangsangi, a genuine smile on her face. "You see?" she said quietly. "You're not broken, you're just... not finished yet."❤️❤️

​Sangsangi smiled back, a small, genuine smile that Feli had not seen before. It was a flicker of sunlight in a room that was now filled with the gentle, fading light of dusk. For the first time, Feli didn't just see a student in Sangsangi. She saw a person. A person she wanted to know.❤️❤️

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