Harvest Moon and all it's characters are not mine. That's my pathetic excuse of a disclaimer.
There she goes. Just like every single day, from two p.m. to six, running around town like a maniac, giving gifts and waving and smiling like an idiot to every breathing being living in harmonica town.
Oh god, why?
Oh god, she's coming this way. Why why why?
And she runs all the way until she gets closer, and closer and closer. And she stops on the door and knocks, but she simply enters anyways.
There it is. That smile. Why why why?
Why does it feel like the sun suddenly shining on this dimly lit room?
And it's so annoying.
And she opens her seemingly bottomless rucksack and pulls out a tomato juice.
She knows i like it. And i hate that.
So i put my most stern facade and build my walls up higher. She can't reach me. Or so i like to think.
And even so, she smiles and giggles and rambles on and on about trivialities such as her very lovely cows or how hard she worked this time to get high quality tomatoes, just for me.
And i hate that too.
So then why? Why why why?
Why is it then that when she leaves the room the sunshine leaves behind her?
Why do i want to bottle all her shine and keep her all to myself?
Why do i feel a stab in the gut every time i see her sprinkling her joy on all the other men on town?
Why do i- Why do i want her for myself and myself only?
Surely it's not because i love her.
Just a very very simple drabble. I needed to do it so badly.
Please don't throw too many tomatoes at me.