A/N: you've probably noticed already that I don't say when I change points of view in my story. I just wanted to remind you guys that when it's ''I'm doing, I looked'' etc, it's Celeste's POV(point of view) and when it's only things like: ''He walked out, Celeste took a cookie'' it's the third person point of view(also known as God's point of view). Of course, in Celeste's point of view you can encounter: ''I saw him. He walked out.'', so basically the hint is that if you see an ''I'' or ''me'' it's in Celeste's POV. You probably have all noticed, just wanted to be sure. Have fun reading!

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When I awoke it was really still pretty early in the morning, or it seemed that way. The rays of sun light could be seen through the leaves and the lake was shining in a mystical way every time a ray hit it. The forest was less hostile than at night, because now, there were signs of life around. The birds could be heard singing and the occasional squirrel could be seen climbing a tree. Still, the forest felt a little too still, just a little too silent. I got off the rock I had used as a bed and brushed off the dust.

''Where to go…'' I stared at the lake, wondering what to do.

''If I go back I might get lost, if I stay here I won't go anywhere, if I take a random route I might get lost, if I go somewhere I might go somewhere…'' I pondered for a long moment at my array of choices, to be exact I never really gave myself much a choice.

''Well, if I choose to go somewhere, I'll definitely go somewhere no matter what…Works for me.'' So that's what I did, I started to walk away from the lake, walking along the clearing. I didn't exactly know if I was heading for mineral town, but it sure beat staying here.

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In town a crowd of people were gathered near the entrance of the inn, everyone seemed to be talking at once.

''This…This is horrible!'' You could hear someone yell, you could hear crying from others as they stayed near the front door, not allowed to go in.

A man wearing a hat ran passed them, not taking the time to stick around as he continued his rush towards the church.

''Carter!'' The boy ran up to the pastor that had been cleaning up the church.

The pastor looked over to him, a little confused.

'' Grey, don't be so loud. This is a church.'' Carter said without being harsh, smiling.

The young man wouldn't settle down however, he looked as though he had run a lot.

''I can't Carter! I was really starting to get frikin' stressed out! The doctor…The doctor called and asked me to tell you something…Everyone else was busy so he forced me to let you know.'' He explained. Carter looked a bit surprised at this. Grey worked as a blacksmith, something was up if he came all the way here.

''What's wrong?'' He asked calmly, feeling a bit shaken inside.

Grey looked down at the floor.

''It isn't for right now…But the doctor asked me to let you know that…That we're going to need to schedule a funeral soon…''

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''dammit! He isn't here?!'' Zach yelled to won at the top of his lungs. Won didn't really know what to say, he refused to get off his bed where his face laid flat on his pillow, even when Zach barged into the next room and started moving things around without being quiet.

''No…! Damn, if we don't find him soon the ship will leave without him!!'' He snarled as he continued to move boxes around. He and Won had put a Cliff in the storage room of their little shack, Zach was well aware that the young boy could be hiding somewhere. The fact that he didn't know if that murderer was still here or not ticked him off even more. Won and him had even tied him up to make sure he wouldn't escape! Cliff didn't seem to be still in Zach's house, which made the muscular man toss the last box even harder against the floor. How could Won let this happen, he was suppose to make sure everything would go back to normal. But now, a murderer was on the loose, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Zach fumed out of the storage room and went to check the counter; Won still wasn't up yet…

''That freak stole money too!'' He whispered angrily.

He stayed hunched against the counter, letting it all sink in. Everything was so quiet in the shack, normally Won was up first, but this time he wasn't getting out of bed at all. ''Since when is Won sick? He's too darn manipulative to be sick…'' Zach grunted as he pushed himself off the counter. He slowly opened the door of his and Won's room, walking up to Won's bed where he shook him bluntly.

''Hey! Get up!'' He yelled. He and Won needed to find the young boy, Cliff, as soon as possible. It had been their job to make sure he'd take the boat where he was to be taken to a city prison. It had been quickly planned, but it was supposed to work, it was a boat especially for that, but if they didn't hurry up and find Cliff, the boat would leave without him.

''Won! Since when do you oversleep! Get up already.'' Won's shoulders felt stiff. Zach scowled a bit but then his face turned from annoyed to worried. Zach slowly turned Won to see his face that was plunged into his pillow; his body was moved without resistance. Won didn't groan or toss when he was turned, but he looked as though he was awake. His eyes were wide open, an expression of shock stayed plastered on his face.

''Won…?'' Everything stayed quiet; it felt as though a drop sand could be heard if it hit the floor. Zach stared into Won's eyes as they stayed still, they were empty and they didn't follow the movements Zach made with his own eyes. Blood was spilled on the pillow.

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When I finally made it out of the woods I arrived at a town. Was it mineral town, I had no idea. However it wasn't some deserted town, I saw two people walking past me as I continued up a narrow dirt pathway. A girl with bouncy pink hair, and a boy with a baseball cap and blond hair I quickly identified as Gray. I didn't have the nerve to say hello to either of them, walking around in pyjamas made things a little awkward.

''Well, now that I'm here I might as well get that animal medicine I was thinking of getting…'' I thought to myself, when I was convinced no one was around. Was that the reason I wanted to go to mineral town? Takakura kept insisting that my cow was fine, but my cow was still acting pretty weird...And giving less and less milk. I tried to convince myself that was the reason, as I took a right; leading to a different path surrounded by a wood fence. It was starting to get a little hotter outside now, as the summer cicadas started to cry. I must have stayed asleep for quite some time in those woods. When I woke up, the trees made things seem darker then they actually were, judging by the sun right now, it was noon.

I almost past a large building that was situated in a fenced-in area. I slowly looked over the sign: Animal Farm. Animal farms sell animals, obviously, but maybe they also sell medicine…? I wondered. Takakura always seemed to do all the shopping, so this was a little new to me. I decided to go in, I pushed open the door, and stepped into an odd little shop. Inside the shop was an old sitting by the counter, looking through stacks of paper, possibly orders.

''Um, hello.'' I interrupted as he looked up at me.

''What can I do for you miss?'' He put the paperwork down and gave me a shaky smile.

''I was just wondering if you had any animal medicine in stock.'' I said. If I was going to come to mineral town, might as well invent myself a good reason.

''I have extras in the cellar, please hold on one second.'' He slowly got up and laughed like old people do sometimes. A little girl in a red dress watched him go up the steps leading to a second floor, she continued to stroke her doll's head as she quietly sat on the ground. No one talked; putting emphasis on the sound of the clock's ticking. Each second could literally be heard, it was possible to know what time it was even without looking at the clock. I just stared at the ground, looking at my bare feet.

Finally the girl said '' did you hear about the bad man who killed the farmer?'' I still didn't take my eyes off the ground. ''hummmm.'' I mumbled passively.

''They caught him you know.'' She continued to stroke her doll. ''It's bad to kill people…That's what my grand father said.''

I looked up for a minute, a little aggravated. ''And why do you think he did it exactly? No one even knows who really killed Jack, stop talking as if you know everything.'' I shot; maybe I was being a little too harsh to a kid. ''Why did he? Well,'' the girl continued. ''I guess he enjoyed it.' My eyes widened. ''My grand pa said that Cliff guy has problems…'' she looked at me with a sad look on her face, she quickly turned neutral again. ''but I guess he enjoyed himself, at least.'' I didn't know exactly how to respond to that, and luckily, I didn't have to: the old man came down the steps with three bottles in his arms, placing them on the counter.

''I hope this doesn't disappoint you, we only had three left.'' I looked at the three bottles.

''That's all I needed really…But…'' I looked at the little girl, than looked back. ''I actually don't have any money. Actually I was hoping you could have Takakura give you the money later…Sorry, it's not very nice of me, the trip wasn't planned.'' I smiled in an embarrassed fashion. The old man just smiled. ''Oh that's fine, he comes here a lot. So no problem there.'' He handed me a bag and a receipt I was suppose to give to Takakura, I stuffed the paper into my pocket and left. As I walked along the road I heard the door open behind me. That's weird, I don't remember forgetting anything. I thought as I turned my head. The little black haired girl came out, staring at me. '' I know who killed him. Because grand pa was there.'' She backed up, not taking her eyes off of me, she slid back in the house slowly and gently closed the door. I stayed put for a second, just looking at the little shop, the hot summer sun pressing on my back.

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Cliff leaned on the crates near Zach and Won's house. He had started last night and this morning by hiding near the inn. At around noon, he saw Zach running around town, he suspected Zach had already checked the beach to try and find him, so he went back to the beach, pretty sure Zach wouldn't check the beach twice. It was like a game of hide and seek, when you know your friend has already checked in the closet, so you move, to the places he's already checked out, hoping that he won't be smart enough to figure out you're moving around, picking out the best spot. Cliff smiled smugly, feeling as though Zach was probably going crazy right now trying to find him. Cliff wasn't scared, he felt as though he could fool anyone, he already knew how to play this ''game''. Cliff tightened the bandage that was around

his arm, something he also had gotten while hiding near the inn. He stared up at the sky, feeling a sudden urge to laugh.

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''Is anyone here?'' I called as I entered an inn she had found while looking through the town. I put my bag full of medicine bottles on a vacant table as I slowly walked around the empty wood building, I was still in pyjamas. I stood beside the counter; no one seemed to be here.

It's kind of strange for an inn to be left unattended…I waited, trying to hear a sound, but I couldn't hear anything, not even a clock. My attention switched from the counter to a door that was very close to where I was standing. I took a couple steps towards it, reaching slowly for the door knob.

'' don't go in there!'' I heard a shaky voice cry out. I took my hand off the doorknob, feeling a little embarrassed. I turned to see a middle aged red-headed and red-moustached man.

''That kitchen is off limits…Something happened and the police is going to get involved soon, stay out.'' He said sharply, somehow he had difficulty trying to sound full of authority, he looked tired and weak. ''What happened?'' I asked, I was a little suspicious. The man seemed to become even more tired when I asked. ''There was another murder. The police is going to investigate it, but it's going to take some time before anyone can go in that kitchen.'' He paused. ''Well how can I help you?'' He finally said, not with much more enthusiasm.

''Actually…I was just hoping maybe I could borrow shoes and maybe clothes from the inn? I came here at the spur of the moment, it's kind of embarrassing to walk around in pyjamas. If you have a room spare that'd be great too, I've had a tough night…'' I laughed and trailed off ''I'd have to tell Takakura to pay up later but that wouldn't be so hard.'' I nodded. The moustache man looked like he was thinking it through, although his expression didn't reassure me. ''I'm afraid not'' my hopeful expression was crushed. ''We don't lend things like clothes and shoes, but if you'd like you can stay in one of our rooms tonight or even today for free.'' I was a little shocked. ''For free? Whoa since when?'' ''Busyness is running slow…Not that that's a big surprise…This is somewhat a murder scene, even if it's only the kitchen, no one sleeps here at the moment because of it.'' A big smile plastered on my face, forgetting for a moment the horrible murders. ''That really would be great, I'm beat.'' I walked to the table and grabbed my bag, running up the stairs afterwards.

(6:30 pm)

When I woke up and checked the window, it was already dark out. I sprung out of bed, feeling my heart race out of control. ''Oh crap! I overslept!'' I took a hold of the alarm clock that was next to the bed, trying to get the blankets off. ''Oh no!'' I thought as I smacked myself on the forehead. ''Takakura's going to wonder where I went…'' I got out of bed in a hurry, took my bag and practically ran down the stairs, causing me to almost trip on the last step. ''I'm sorry! I gotta leave now!'' I ran passed the man I talked to earlier, opening the inn's front door, rushing out faster then a gust of wind. My footsteps hit the ground hard as I tried to figure out where I was going, running as fast as I could. After a while I slowed down, realizing that I would just exhaust myself. And besides, I really didn't know where I was going…

I walked along the small ''street'', trying to get my eyes used to the dark. I finally entered in a much larger area. ''This…Right I remember, this is the town square I passed before.'' I said to out-loud, trying to comfort myself.

You're walking around at night when there's a murderer in town…Smaaaart. I was about to take a right when I heard footsteps. I turned around swiftly, but no one was there. The sound of the slow footsteps didn't cease; it was almost like the one's I heard in my dream the night before. Soft tapping, almost as if someone was walking on a polished floor. Silence came back; I hesitated to the direction I was going for. I decided that I didn't want to go to the right anymore, I moved towards where I thought the footsteps had been coming from. Once I was almost sure, I started walking forward and I didn't look back.

The path I chose led me to a beach. I monitored the area; no one seemed to be here. The beach was never completely silent, waves crashed every now and then. Usually I thought beaches were calming because of that, but somehow the beach looked eerie at night. The sounds of the waves mesmerize you, they distract you from hearing other things, sometimes the sound is so intense that you don't realize when someone is there with you, watching. I felt a hand on my shoulder. ''EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEh!!!'' I screamed as I jerked my elbow backward, hitting who ever it was in the stomach. I turned around swiftly, it was Cliff…

''….'' I looked on, a bit surprised. ''Argh…That kinda hurt Celeste'' He said as he got up, ''and you broke my ears with that high pitched scream,'' He grinned. I was a little taken back by that smile, it was like his shy personality changed overnight. ''Sorry,'' I laughed nervously ''I don't usually scream like that….'' There was a pause. '' do you want to sit down for a little while? To talk…'' I finally asked slowly.

He nodded, leading me to some crates we sat behind, I wasn't exactly surprised, I guess he was still trying to keep a low profile. ''So what are you going to do?'' I quickly asked. As I looked over his face, I could almost see by childhood friend. It fascinated me. ''I don't know…'' He said it in a way that made me feel sorry for him.

''This is awful…'' I said again, my thoughts trailing. ''What is?'' He looked at me in a confused way. ''The murders…There have been two already…'' I stared at the ground, hugging my knees. ''Yeah, I understand…Whoever killed Jack and that girl must have really hated them…'' Cliff gave a weak smile. ''A girl?'' Was that who the red-headed guy had been talking about? ''She went to the kitchen one night…Then went up the stairs. She was found dead in the kitchen…So I guess she went back there later last night.'' He explained. There was a short silence before I answered. ''Wow, how do you know all that?'' Cliff looked back at me,'' Doug told me…Her father, I mean.'' He quickly answered. I frowned. ''He told you…? That sure was nice of him considering everyone thinks you're a murderer.'' I stated suspiciously, his face didn't become troubled. I judged that that was a good sign.

''He's one of the few people who still trust me…'' He said dryly. I smiled and took his hand. ''Kind of like me I guess…I trust you.'' I got up, dusting my pyjama off. Was this feelings of trust I had for Cliff, or was it feelings I had for my childhood friend…? ''Where are you going?'' Cliff asked, getting up as well.

''My house…Actually I was hoping you knew the way back there…I sure don't.'' We both laughed as we started walking out of the beach, hopefully we'd get lucky and find a way back to Forget-me-not-valley….

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We had been walking for about an hour, and we were already on the dirt road that lead back to forget me not valley. As I though, Cliff really did seem to know the way back. I couldn't help turning my eyes from the road and then smiling at him. Brown hair…Blue eyes…Just like…''What is it?'' Cliff asked, probably noticing I was looking at him weird. ''S-sorry, nothing.'' I blushed as a sweat drop fell from my forehead. We were getting very close to my house, I could already see Vesta's farm.

We walked into my farm land, the night making it a little hard to see.

'' Wait a minute.'' I said as I searched my rucksack, I pulled out a small piece of paper. ''I wrote this a while ago, it's to tell Takakura where I went.'' I told Cliff. I heard someone clearing his throat, I turned. ''You don't need to put the note on the door, I'm right here.'' Takakura said as a tiny smile could be seen on my face. ''Heh…Hey there, Tak.'' He gave a small smile himself. ''Go on, I already fed your animals so you can go to bed now. Next time though, tell me when you're leaving.'' I nodded but then got a little embarrassed. ''I brought an unexpected guest…Please don't tell anyone he's here ok?'' I tried to sound desperate. Cliff wasn't supposed to be running around, and I didn't want to have Tak force him to go back to mineral town. ''Who are you talking about?'' Asked Takakura. ''What? I'm talking about Cl-'' I looked around, where was Cliff? Takakura gave me a strange look. ''Hahaha, never mind. I was…Just being stupid.'' I laughed, trying to hide my own confusion. When Takakura went into his house, Cliff came out from behind the wood building. ''Oh that's where you were, fast thinking there cliffie boy.'' Cliff raised an eyebrow. ''Hahaha, oh common.'' I patted him on the back.

At the house, my small house, we were left with only one dilemma. ''So…Where do I sleep this time?'' asked Cliff, looking around my messy room.

''My bed.'' I declared, making it sound like it was obvious. Cliff suddenly looked funny. ''Huh…? B-but isn't that…'' I finally realized what was wrong with what I had said. ''Well…Unless you think that's weird.'' I thought. ''Geez, Cliff, We're friends right? Stop being a pervert.'' I countered. ''It'll be like a sleepover.'' I said again. ''Aren't we a little old to be having sleepovers?'' Cliff asked, a calm smile on his face. ''Naw!'' I let myself fall on my bed, feeling as sleepy as ever. ''Aren't you going to undress?'' He finally said, making me open my eyes. ''Again with this perverted talk. Argh, just go to sleep.'' I said as I pulled the comfortable pillow covers over myself. ''T-that's not what I meant.'' Swore Cliff as he went in as well. ''It's comfy.'' I heard him say, I smiled and then looked over the calendar that I had placed next to my bed. ''It's already 8 pm…'' I yawned. ''Summer 3……'' My eyes slowly closed, the room became darker and darker until the room faded.

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(9:54 pm, Summer 2)

Cliff felt very uncomfortable, he tried to cut off the ropes bounding him, but his efforts were in vain. He looked up at the clock, it was almost 10 pm now.

The storage room inside Zach's house was colder than the actual house, leaving Cliff a little frozen. ''Hey!! Up there! It's cold down here!'' He cried, banging on the wall with his shoulder. He heard footsteps from the upper floor, as the door to the storage room opened. He saw Won's face, Cliff felt disgusted. ''You two could at least take better care of me.'' Cliff finally shot. Won gave him no pity, ''murderers don't deserve to be treated properly.'' Cliff smiled in a manner that made Won wince. ''What are you talking about? I didn't kill anyone.'' Won was getting impatient. ''What do you want? Stop banging on the wall like that, before we decide to beat you with a stick.'' The blue eyed boy frowned. ''I just wanted to go to the bathroom.''

''What for?'' Won hissed back.

''What do you think?'' Won slowly untied the ropes bounding Cliff, not really liking the idea very much. ''I'll wait beside the door, there are no windows so forget about escaping.'' The brown haired boy couldn't help but sneer as both of them walked up the steps; Won closed the door behind him. I'm not going back down there…though Cliff as they arrived in front of a door situated inside Won's and Zach's room. ''Wow, I didn't even think this little shack had a bathroom…Then again, I didn't know you guys had a storage room either.'' Cliff eyed the Chinese salesman. ''Hurry up,'' pressed Won, growing even more impatient.

Won waited in front of the door.

He watched as the clock showed it had been 2 minutes before knocking on the door. ''That's enough'' he said as he knocked on the door. No answer. ''I said that's enough.'' he opened the door, making Cliff jump out with a metal bare, hitting Won across the head.

It made a splatter sound as blood flowed out of the gap in his head. Won slowly fell to the ground. Cliff looked down and grinned, kicking him to see if he was still alive. ''What a waste, I didn't think you would die that fast.'' He started dragging the body, leaving the now blood stained bar on the carpeted floor, no use trying to conceal it. He stopped, trying to figure out weather or not he should kill Zach too. He stared at Zach's bed where Zach was sleeping, the beating Cliff gave to Won didn't seem to have disturbed his sleep. He dragged Won to his own bed, gently placing him in and pulling over the covers. No use killing Zach, I'll just leave him a nice wake up present instead…Cliff looked over Won's dead body one last time, very content with himself.

''Sweet dreams…''

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Sorry it took so long to update, this chapter was a bit longer than my other ones. I just want to explain why I made Cliff have blue eyes in this story when he has brown eyes in fomt. Actually, the only reason is that my first ever harvest moon was the one for 64. And in hm64 he had blue eyes, so I kind of just kept it that way for this story.

…So anyway, as Cliff explained for us, sweet dreams.