Chapter 3: Breathe

"So...I guess...this is goodbye...?" I mummbled, chewing my bottom lip.

Pierre looked into my eyes and frowned. "You could come with me..." he pleaded. "We can run off together!" He declared, grabbing my hands. "Please Chelsea!" He begged, "I love you so much!"

"Or you can stay," I whispered, dryly. He looked at me appalled. "I know, I know..." I said, waving my hand around, as if to dissmiss my comment. "I'm sorry. I want you to follow your dream," I told him.

"And I want you to follow yours," he agreed, kissing my cheek. "So you have to fix up that farm...and turn it into one of the most magical things out there, got it?"

I nodded, giggling through my tears. "Ya, I got it!" I wiped some salt water away with my thumb. "And your going to become the world's greatest chef in the world! Your going to become a Gourmet!" I chuckled, it was so strange to realize we'd both finally were starting to move along in our dreams. "Just promise me you'll write me...everyday!"

He nodded, I noticed some tears popping up in his bright amethyst eyes. "Only if you do the same," he sniffed, hugging me tightly. "I love you Chelsea," he told me, then smashed out lips together in the most pasionate way utterly possible.

Letter #1:

Dear Chelsea: I see your face in my mind as I drive away. 'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end this way. People are people and sometimes we change our minds. But it's killing me to see you go after all this time. But it's killing me to see you go after all this time.

Chelsea sighed, reading the rest of the letter and smiling saddly to herself. Natalie was perched on her bed, listening as her friend read it out loud.

"Better hope he doesn't die," Natalie winked.

I flung a pillow at her, frowning. "This is seriouse Natalie!" I told her sternly. "I...I love him," I muttered.

"Too bad he's the height of a 3 year old," she giggled. "So, you going to write him back?"

I shrugged, "are you going to make fun of me for it?" I glared. "Because if you are, I suggest you leave!" I stuck my nose in the air, crossing my arms, still clutching my letter.

"Why don't you...pour out your heart onto this peice of paper?" She asked, handing it towards me. "And I'll leave so I won't have the urge to burst into laughter." She skipped out, shutting the door behind her.

I sighed, reaching for a pen. I began scribbling down my emtions onto the page, just as Natalie suggested. I read it over, frowning.

Dear Pierre: I miss you with all my heart. I just wished I could see you again. Will you be home in time for christmas? I hope so, because I don't know how to cook worth the life of me. (I'm joking! ...Sorta) Natalie is trying to help me through it, keep me occupied. But it's not working. I'm still missing you like crazy. But we knew this was how it was going to be...we knew. But we know it's never simple never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand. And I can't breathe without you, but I have to breathe without you. But I have to.

I sighed, closing it up in an envelope and sending it off. Every day I waited a little more anxiously then the next. It was getting colder, we were finally reaching Fall, and Natalie and I were attempting to learn how to bake a christmas meal for her families...and me for him

I sighed, stepping out of the chicken coop with tweleve brand new band-aids covering my face, and fingers. They were quite nasty in the fall. Then I noticed the mail man approaching my hand-made red box.

"MAIL!" I screamed, running over to the shocked man, he dropped the envelopes and ran off, afriad I'd trample him or something. I dug through the islands mail, and stopped at the one from Bluebell village. "Pierre!" I screamed at it, letting the rest of the postage float off. I quickily ran inside my house, suddenly ignoring my scars, cuts, and bruised and jumping on my bed as I opened it.

My Dearest Chelsea: Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt. Every little bump in the road, I tried to swerve. But people are people and sometimes it doesn't work out...nothing we say is going to save us from the fallout.

I reread the letter in despair. Was he saying what I think he was saying? That we were going to...break up? I sat on my bed, mood suddenly deflating, and layed on my bed in silence. How could he?

A few hours had gone by, I hadn't remembered drifting off, I just remembered waking up with the letter still clutched in my hands. I reread it again, just to make sure. Then I got up in the pitch black darkness of the night and sat at my desk, pulling out a pen and paper and writing.

Dear Pierre: It's 2AM feeling like I just lost a friend. Hope you know it's not easy. Easy for me. But we know it's never simple never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand. And I can't breathe without you, but I have to breathe without you. But I have to. Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry. Sorry.

Weeks had gone by since my last letter went out. I suddenly hadn't felt the urge to say hello to Natalie in the morning, or even leave my house. I heard Natalie screaming in the chicken coop, I imagen she'd been taking care of my chores. I just pinning the letter outside my door, to show everyone where I was hiding and why.

I could see it snowing from outside my window, and Natalie staring at the summer crops, confused as to why they wouldn't grow.

The days went by, and I knew he wasn't comming back. I knew I was just going to have to learn...how to breathe by myself.

END

So this was gonna have a happy ending, then I decided upon a sad one, just for the bloody hell of it (sorry, watched Harry Potter;) Now...I hope you liked that...it was sorta a 'Dear John' type thing? I guess so, ya. Sure, Whatever. Pierre and Chelsea are such an odd couple though XD AND YES! The last letter from Pierre, was sorta like a breakup. I like this song though, it's cool :) But I hate the ending...but I wanted to end it somehow...so...voila! :D

I do not own Harvest Moon, or the song.