I have to admit, despite the fact that I do have Animal Parade, I have not befriended Vivi to this point. So I'm kind of BS-ing what would happen based on what I know of her original personality. Don't hit me ;;;;
The pace of this chapter is much different.
I hope you like ~
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon.
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Vivi and I are not just friends.
Not after today.
Not ever again.
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Days had passed since I first met Vivi in the hot days of Summer.
Whispers had fallen on deaf ears. I never paid attention to them any more. Vivi was my everything. Only I could see through her exterior. Only I could see the real, sweet girl that lied within the witch.
Summer fell into Fall. The nights grew longer, days shorter. Life slowed down as I farmed the last haul of my crops. Winter was not far away.
This was the setting. This was it.
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She and I had become true friends. We were no longer the stalker and her obsession, but rather two girls that knew each other.
I saw her everyday. I brought her something, and she would scowl. She would ask for something else, but all in all she'd still eat what I'd make her. My skills in the kitchen grew to rival those of Chase, which, of course, only pissed him off more.
But I didn't care. As long as I had Vivi, I was untouchable.
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Maybe I should have known that one day our relationship would cross the line.
Maybe the rumors were true and she really was just a cruel seductress, only after my body.
But, for some reason, I can't believe them.
Because evil women don't touch me like she did; evil women do not kiss like she did. Most of all, evil women do not love like she does.
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"Angie..." Her voice came cooing to me from her bed, where she laid curled up in a ball.
"What is it?" I was used to her last minute cries for sweets, or manicures, or clothes. They kept me on my toes.
"I want..." she breathed out, before sighing and flipping over on her side.
"What do you want?"
No response.
"Ice cream? Cake? Candy?"
"Angie..."
"I'll cook anything for you, you know that."
"...is a cute name. A cute name for a cute girl."
"Vivi, what's wrong?" I walked into the foyer and sat down beside her. She was turned away from me, her breathing heavy. "Are you sick?"
"Angie..."
"What is it?"
"Do you like me?" Quickly, she snapped her head over so she met my eyes. Her yellow eyes, normally nonchalant or slightly narrowed, were open wide. They were open wide and screamed of innocence. I had never seen her quite as simple as she looked right then. She was not a witch. She was...a girl.
Just a girl.
"Of course I like you," I scoffed, slightly offended that she would ask such a question. If I didn't like her, why would I come every day?
"No, no, no...like me. Like me. Do you?" Her voice was cracking now, sentences incoherent.
"I said yes."
"No." She grabbed my arm, pulled herself up and made me lean closely into her. "Like me. Love me."
The next few minutes passed slowly. Like honey, they took forever, yet they were sweet.
I savored what I could.
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I was in love with a witch. The Witch Princess Vivi. I was in love with her.
She was all mine.
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Fall ended in a blur of kisses, sweet evenings and long nights. The past month went by too fast. I wish I could slow it down and play it on repeat forever.
But, I do not want to have the special feeling of the fleeting moments that I spent with her leave. Something about all the time we have together is made slightly more important with the knowledge that it will only happen once. This date will only occur once in history, and in the history of us, we should make it something different.
We can look back on those days and remember, and wish we would relive. And yet, its best that we don't. The future is all the more better if we don't.
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If she is the Witch Princess Vivi, then what am I?
There is never two princesses. At least, they never fall in love. So what am I? The prince? Somehow, that doesn't seem to fit. The prince always saves the princess, but I feel like Vivi was the one who saved me.
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That feeling has returned.
In the rush of preparing for Winter, I felt as if something in our relationship had been lost. It was cold, almost isolated. Our time together was limited to one hour or less, based on what I had to accomplish during the day. One hour was never enough.
It's back now. The warmth. The heat. The feeling of me and her, no one else.
It has returned.
And all it took was a bowl of egg soup.
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She really is selfish.
All she wanted from me was egg soup. Egg soup!
I cooked it for her, because I am an obedient girlfriend(?) who will do whatever her girlfriend(?) (again) wants.
But egg soup is something Vivi will pay a high price for.
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Life blended into one string of occurrences. Time didn't pass in minutes, or hours, or days or weeks or months. The only marker was when I saw Vivi. Everything else didn't matter.
But today meant a bit more than others. It rose above the rest.
Maybe it was the howl of the wind, or the quiet of the forest. Maybe it was the cloudy sky, maybe it was the bare trees. But there was something, something, anything, that just made today different.
So different that I could swear I saw an angel fall. And that angel was her.
I fell into her and she fell into me.
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It was perfect. Everything.
I have her now. And she has me. We are together. We are one.
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She left today.
She left today.
She left today.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
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It wasn't goodbye it wasn't tears it wasn't hugs it was just wake up one morning and she's not there and I'm so upset I'm not going to use commas or periods and fuck fuck fuck this is what my life has become and she's gone oh she's gone and I know she's not coming back.
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For some reason, I wasn't shocked when she wasn't there this morning.
I guess there is some little part of me that is so used to having everything I want taken right from me that it didn't shock me. I should have seen it coming. I must have seen it coming. Because this is me and this is my life and I guess I'm just that girl that has to live her life miserably forever in order to make sure everyone else has a soul mate, even if the one I think I truly loved is another girl.
Because that's just how it is.
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I will not be mad because I am a mature adult and I am above crying over lost boyfriends.
Or, um, girlfriends.
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I kept up the act for three days.
Three days.
I can't believe I lasted that long.
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I was sitting at the bar just like I used to, before witches and cakes and snowfalls.
The cocktails came out and before I knew it I was wasted and crying on Kathy's lap.
Before I knew it, I was the little girl crying over her boyfriend. I was Angie just as I was all that time ago, crying because they'll never come back.
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She left you, get over it.
Why can't I?
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I'm letting it go.
She wasn't mine, she isn't mine, she never will be. And I don't know what part of me though she was. Because she wasn't. Isn't. Couldn't.
I will live my life, and I will let it go, just like how I always wished I could let him go and he never would. Like how I finally did, when she walked into my life.
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It's almost been two weeks.
I think I'm learning how to let her go.
I've only given her passing thoughts of late.
Of course, with me, passing thought turn into late night bawling sessions when sober and dear god even worse when drunk.
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I saw her.
Standing amongst the fallen snowflakes, the moon being the only light to see her with, her silver hair glistening as she stood there, eyes downcast.
She was dressed simply for once. No puffy skirts or corsets or embellishments. Just a plain black minidress and shoes with some white stockings. No gradients. No creams. No grays. Everything was black and white.
This was it. We wouldn't be gray anymore. This is the moment of truth.
I shoved open my window and stuck out my head. I wouldn't say anything. She had to talk first.
"Angie..."
I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. I swallowed the sensation of throwing up and stared back at her.
"Angie..." she murmured again, stepping towards me. She had once again resumed that look of innocent. Her eyes were large and round, not narrowed and angry. She looked sweet and sad, like someone out of a movie – just as always.
Another step. She was merely feet away from me.
"Why?" I looked her in the eye, the tears beginning to flood down.
Another step.
"Don't come near me unless you want to tell me why!"
"Angie..."
"Vivi! Do you think that you could just step out like that?! I have a heart too!"
"Angie..." She was next to me now, but that didn't stop me. I kept crying, wailing as I screamed out everything I had wanted to say.
"You are a witch! You are nothing more than a witch! I always though it was lies, but it wasn't. You are as evil as they always portrayed you. You are not better than anyone, you tricked me. You evil woman...evil woman..."
She pressed her hand against my lips and whispered ever so quietly into my ear, "Why can't you even believe your own words?"
"What are you talking about?" I pulled back from her dainty fingers, not wanting her cold skin to press against mine. Never again. Never again. Never again.
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I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess. I am not a princess.
Don't fall for it again.
I am not a princess.
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"Come with me tonight."
"Why would I?"
"The fairy godmother's powers only work until sunrise. But, for one night, you can be Cinderella. Be the princess you always wanted."
"...why would I want to be a princess?"
"Because its everything you ever wanted. Because princesses are loved, and get happily ever afters that really do last forever. Because princesses don't have to worry about losing their loves or other women or men or anything."
"Because the princess gets to spend a night with the witch."
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I don't remember much.
But I was happy. I was so happy I could cry.
She took me out, she showed me around. We danced. We cried. We sung.
We forgot the past – the heartbreak, the tears, the pain. We let it all slip away.
We were new, not used, not different, not old, not sluts, not witches, not broken. We were what we always wanted.
It was like the perfect.
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She's everything I'm not and everything I want to be and when I'm with her, I'm happy. I'm more happy than anyone in the world and I can finally forget.
It's true. I love her, I love her, I love her. Because of her, I'm back.
She's not perfect, and yes, she has broken me. But she has fixed me so much more.
I don't want to be without her. And yet, if she leaves again, I will not cry. She gave me more than what I ever wanted. She gave me happiness, a chance to go back and the will to forget.
Most of all, she gave me my fairytale.
I'm Cinderella. No matter what happens, there was a point where I was Cinderella and she was my Fairy Godmother. There is no way that can ever change.
