My Diamond

Disclaimer: Don't own Harvest Moon.

I hit the sickle repeatedly with my hammer:

*Tonk* *Tonk* *Tonk*

"Gray. I will be in my room. Keep working on that tool." The old man left, leaving me all by myself in the shop.

*Tonk* *Tonk* *Tonk*

I've been working on this tool for hours. If she wasn't running through my mind all day, I would have been done ages ago.

*Tonk* *Tonk**Tonk*

I can't stop thinking about her. And it doesn't help that I'm working on her tool.

*Tonk**Tonk*

*sigh*

I'm sick of this. There has got to be something I can do to get rid of this feeling I have…

"Hmm…"

Looking at the empty counter where the old man used to sit at, I felt a sudden urge to look for something.

I looked at the top of the counter and looked through the drawers.

"Ah!"

I found a blank piece of paper and a pen from one of the drawers. I took the items out and quickly went back to my work space.

A friend of mine once told me that if something is bothering you, writing helps.

Maybe if I write about her, then I wouldn't be so bothered.

With a piece of paper on one hand and a pen on the other, I began to write whatever was on my mind:

Dazzling in the sun's light,

Her beautiful form cut precisely and perfectly.

Shining with a hint of gold lustre,

Crystal clear with a tinge of blue,

My Diamond.

"…"

Satisfied with what I wrote, I placed the pen inside my pocket and-

"What are you doing, boy?"

"Ah! I-it's none of your business." The old man's voice startled me. How long was he standing there behind my back?

"What makes that piece of paper more important than your work?"

"Aaah…"

"Let me see it." He snatched the paper away from me faster than I could keep it out of his reach.

He scanned its contents. I, on the other hand, played with my hat as I was feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It – it isn't really g-"

"You stopped working just so you could write a silly poem about a diamond?"

"…Huh?"

"GET OUT OF MY SHOP!"

He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at the entrance door.

"Fine! I was gonna leave this damn shop anyways!" I picked up the ball of paper and stormed out of the shop.

Leaning on a fence, I unraveled the crumpled ball of paper and read what I wrote again.

Did I write this? Goddess, I'm such an idiot.

A/N: Just wrote this out on a whim. Did this during my 5 minute break.