At 1 a clock in the night I had a crazy idea to write a really short fanfic, so here it is. You can imagine whoever you want in the position of the narrator(Gray, Jack, Claire etc.).
I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon. If I did, I would be the happiest person alive.
I love her.
I love watching her as she scribbles down different ideas for her stories, erasing some with furrowed brows and circling some with a bright smile.
I also love it when she writes a story.
Her smile when she writes something happy, her teary eyes when she writes something sad. Her trembling whenever there's something horrifying or hateful in the story.
I really love that.
But what I love most of all is when she finishes her story. Every time one of her stories end, she brings forth a happy, content sigh and stretches a little. Her face always shows a small but proud grin as she takes the writing into her hands and gives it one last read.
Then finally, she turns her head towards me as she holds out her hands slightly. Behind the black rimmed glasses of her's I see beautiful, clear eyes stare into mine. Her gentle voice fills the long silence with a question I've been waiting for.
"Could you read it, please?"
I smile.
"Of course."
