LukexAkari drabble. My first try at Harvest Moon...I might make this into a chapter fic later on. Please review!

EDIT: I decided to just barely edit this with the release of the first chapter. Nothing major, I just changed a few dates, etc…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon

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Sometimes, I wonder, y'know, what would have happened if I had asked her to stay…

I stared out on the blank horizon. It was the Starry Night Festival; a day dedicated to couples, love, and…

Well…

A day that I had spent with her for three years straight.

It's funny how, on this day exactly on year ago, in this spot, she piqued up onto her tip-toes so she could be eye-to-eye with me, and stared at me, her hazel orbs hypnotized by something I could never put my finger on.

And then, suddenly, she broke into a smile, whispering, "Hey, Luke? One year from now, promise to meet me in this exact spot…ok?"

I nodded – why, of course I did! I may have been dense – the oblivious, idiotic, hyper type, - but I wasn't born without a brain. I knew when I liked a girl. I didn't like her, though.

I freakin' loved her. More than anything. More than my job, my pops, more than my ax! I loved her; I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

So, why? That week, the last one in Fall, she sat beside me, her eyes downcast.

"Hey, Luke?"

"Yea?" I turned back, grinning from ear to ear.

"I…I'm going home."

"Huh?"

"I need to go back…it's been too long…I need to see them. Someday…I'll come back."

With that, she walked out of my life. Quickly and abruptly, as if it was nothing, but I couldn't end it. I still spend my days, even after all these seasons, pining after her, dreaming of her, thinking about her hair, her skin, her sweet smell…

And sometimes, y'know, I wonder, just a little bit, on nights like these with clear skies like these, the stars shining nearly as bright as her smile, about what would've happened, if…well…if she stayed.

I can't help but wonder about what could've been. Would we be married? Would I harvest crops every morning with her not far away? Would I be a father?

I guess, now, after this period of time, I only laugh.

I laugh about how pitiful I am.

I laugh about what could have been.