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Hey, I wrote something new! This was just something random I wrote cause I was bored. I don't exactly know where the idea came from, and it's probably been done a million times, but whatever. Enjoy what I wrote. Be sure to review after you read!

The crickets chirped as Nami looked out at Forget-Me-Not Valley. The wind blew the ruby strands of her hair gently about her face. Why am I still here? She thought to herself. It's because of HIM. Her mind called back. Nami turned around and headed towards the house she now lived in. Not so long ago Nami had called the Inn her home. Everything was thrown out of whack when HE came.

Nami walked into the little farm house and closed the door quietly so as not to wake her son. Yes, Nami had a son. If only her father could see her now. He'd scoff at the very thought of her spawn. The bed she normally shared with HIM was empty. That meant that he was probably out drinking late again. No doubt he was also flirting with Muffy at the bar. That girl would have no mind to the fact that HE was a married man.

Soft breathing could be heard coming from the small bed in the room. Jimmy was probably in a deep sleep by now. Jimmy, her four year old son. Poor Jimmy, who had to deal with a father who never payed an ounce of attention to him. Poor Jimmy, who only wanted his father's love. Nami had no doubt that the young boy would learn to resent his father some day. She wouldn't be surprised if he never took over the farm. Personally, she'd rather he never considered such a thing.

Nami sat down on the edge of her bed and sighed. How did this happen? Why, why am I here? The same question kept running through her mind. You see, Nami was never one to stay in one place for too long. She'd always been a traveler. However, when she came to Forget-Me-Not Valley she found that she couldn't leave. The place was too peaceful. It was exactly what she'd been searching for.

That is however, until HE showed up. He was an obnoxious city boy, not unlike the many men she had tried to run away from. But he was different. He had been willing to give up city life to run a farm. Not many people can say that they've done that around here. He had his own unique charm and could easily catch attention. Nami didn't like him.

Over the course of his first year in the village, he flirted endlessly with all the single women. The neighbouring farm owner, Vesta, was trying to hook up Celia with HIM. Unknown to the whole town, Celia was actually interested in Gustafa – the musician from down the way. How did Nami know this? Also unknown to the town, Celia and Nami were good friends. Celia would often come and talk to her about life and philosophy.

Nami had been completely turned off by HIM and his stupid faux suave flirting. But one day he showed up at the Inn out of the blue. He never tried to flirt with her. No he never did. He came to show her his finds from the dig he'd just done. Nami had always loved the work that Carter and Flora did by the waterfall, so she was easily pulled in by the topic. That was the beginning of where things got complicated.

Every few days HE would show up at the inn and shower Nami with archaeological gifts. This was how he won her heart in the end. Nami had thought that he'd make a good husband. He had said that he was being pressured into marriage, but she never understood what that really meant. Nami thought she found her fairy tale man. She had been quite mistaken.

The first few years of marriage had been wonderful. Nami couldn't believe how amazing HE was. He managed to take care of the farm, give her lots of love and attention, and have free time to just relax after work. But this all changed after Jimmy was born. Nami had to stay home to tend to the baby and HE refused to help look after his son. He always looked at Jimmy like he shouldn't have been born. The poor boy was set for neglect right from birth.

Nami had no time to watch what her husband was doing. If she had, she would have noticed that he was frequenting the bar. He'd come home late, drunk and noisy. He'd yell at the baby when he started crying. This just made the poor little one scream even more. Nami would demand that he be quiet, but in his drunken state HE wouldn't care. Now however, is where we've hit rock bottom.

Nami sighed once again. It's gotten so bad. Nami looked over to her sleeping son, a tranquil look upon his face. She started to cry. Her silent sobs shook her body. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Her sobs were no longer silent and tears were flowing from her eyes in long streams. There was a stirring in the other bed. Jimmy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

" Mommy, why are you crying?"

Nami got up and hugged her little boy. Jimmy just snuggled into her warm embrace. The boy was too young to understand what his mother was going through. All he could do was hold on and hope it helped. Nami continued to cry. After a while her tears slowed and her sobs began to get quieter. Nami released her son from her embrace and wiped her tears off the top of his head. Jimmy looked up. Nami searched his eyes and could see nothing but worry and sadness.

" Did Daddy hit you again Mommy?" Jimmy asked with such innocence it killed. " I don't like to see Daddy hurt you."

Nami almost started balling again. " I don't like to see Daddy hurt you either hunny."

" Mommy?"

" Yes?"

Jimmy paused for a moment. " Why are we still here?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, she had made her decision. Without any explanation, Nami began packing a bag. She threw in all the belongings she could fit, as well as as much of Jimmy's things as she could. Jimmy grabbed his teddy bear off the floor and held it tight. He didn't need to understand what was happening to know that they were leaving now.

That night was the last one Nami ever spent in Forget-Me-Not Valley. The town had once been the only place she felt at home. Now it was just another place she had to run from. Carrying Jimmy piggy back style, the two left Forget-Me-Not Valley never to return. Later that night HE would come home and see the note she left on their bed.

We couldn't take it anymore.

You were once the man I fell in love with.

You could have been a great father.

But you left that all behind.

We wont be coming back.

~Nami