My breath was coming out in gasps as I finished chopping down half of the branches covering my field. "Ugh…" I muttered, "I really need to get back in shape." Putting down my axe, I looked around triumphantly at my handiwork. My entire field was clear except for some stones and the remainder of branches. I sighed, walking over to my make-shift tool shelf that I made on the outside of my house and placed all of my tools back before going inside my house.

I pulled out a cook book from my bookshelf and flipped through the pages, looking for the one thing I knew Gray liked: Baked Corn. Smiling to myself, I took one corn and placed it in the oven, watching as each individual piece of corn started to brown. An old picture flashed in my mind of Gray and me when we were about five years old, sitting by this exact oven. I stood up and started rummaging through the boxes that were still askew in my house, looking for the very same picture. Sure enough, it was sitting in my old rucksack from when I would work with my father. With trembling fingers, I pulled out the worn picture frame, the cherry wood paint chipping and the glass dusty. I blew lightly on it, watching the gray substance slowly reveal my two long braids brushing up against Gray's shoulder.

A tear fell onto the glass, snapping me out of my vision. I looked up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that were begging to escape. I slowly placed the frame onto my bed, and walked over to the oven, wiping my eyes. The corn was just finishing, so I pulled it out and wrapped it with the green stalk that the corn was originally in. I smirked as I thought of what his reaction would be. I never really was a good cook until I went to the city. Poor Gray was my little guinea pig for all of my dishes. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called

"It's…. It's me." Said a soft voice that I knew too well. I opened the door with the corn in hand, fighting to keep my composure. There he was, covering his face with that famous blue cap of his to try and hide his emotions.

"Is there something you need, Gray?" I asked in a light tone, trying not to give away my happiness. "I thought that you were mad at me."

"Says who?" His voice immediately changed, his eyes becoming hostile while his nose flared.

I crossed my arms and leaned on the door frame as I spoke. "Says me! Seeing as you shoved me after not being able to see you for five years, it's not that hard to assume that you would be mad at me."

"It's not my fault you left me!"

"It's not mine either!" I contradicted, walking up closer to him, "You think I wanted to leave? You think I wanted my father to die? Hell no! If I could have chosen what we would have done, I would have never left."

There was an awkward pause as we both stood there, glaring at each other in silence. Gray was the first to notice that our faces were inches apart from each other. "Uh," He started, stepping back and looking away, "Look, I'm…. I'm sorry, I guess."

My eyes immediately softened at his apology. "It's alright. I was my fault for not telling you that I was leaving."

"No, no, it's alright. I shouldn't have assumed so much." Gray muttered, his voice almost inaudible, "I'll… just be going then." He started to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Hey," I chuckled, making him turn around, "heads up!" With that, I threw him the baked corn dish I made for him. He smiled a little and walked out of the farm entrance.

Author's Note: Hey! Sorry for not posting in a long time. So many things have been preoccupying my time that I haven't been able to write! I just barely got in this much. Sorry for the short chapter!~