A/N: Hello everyone who's actually reading the Author's Note. (I know I usually don't....) Well, new story, but only testing it to see how people respond to it. It's a Claire x Cliff story, but it's going to be a tragic I think, well, that's how I plan it to be. You never know, it may become a happy ending. Well, I hope you like it, but don't keep your hopes up for the next chapter to come out as fast as HMD, like I said, I want to see people's opinion first before continuing the story. If ppl don't really respond to it, I will stop writing it. I'll be doing this testing thing with some more stories later, so be ready to see some new stories in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon.

Drowning the Past

Prologue

"I've had enough of this!! You rarely talk to me, neither do you ever remember to give me a birthday present or invite me on a date like any other boy." She shouted, waving her arms out, feeling like tearing her hair out as she stared at the young man in front of her.

"…"

"Even now when I'm yelling my lungs out at you…you stay quiet." She whimpered quietly, chuckling a bit at his reaction. A cold hard stare.

"…"

"…May I ask you something?"

"…" He nodded solemnly.

"Do you love me? Have you ever loved me…or did you agree to be my boyfriend out of pity?"

"…" He stayed quiet, looking away from the girl who was standing in front of him. Tears started to escape her aqua blue eyes as she waited for an answer…she never got one.

Waiting is like death. You never know if the outcome would fill your heart with happiness…or would shred you into a million pieces. It's terrifying.

The next day when she went over to his house, she was informed by his mother that he has left the island and doesn't wish to see her again. Asking his mother where he went was utterly pointless since his mother despised her since the day they were together. She would merely sneer at the sight of the tears leaking from the eyes of the girl in front of her.

Was love ever this cruel? Was it something she did wrong to deserve this kind of treatment? She'll never know. As she raised her head up high and screamed her lungs out to the sky, she kneeled onto the ground and waited. She just waited slowly for time to kill her.

"Why……?" She asked, before collapsing onto the ground out of fatigue.

I know, i know...it's SUPER short, as you can see, it's a prologue, so it's supposed to be short. (in my dictionary...) Well, if you want me to continue writing it, please review and I will...one day. :P