Author's Note: Hello, people! I just got home from church. Anyways, I'm terribly sorry if I didn't get to finish this yesterday. I wasn't feeling well. Anyway, I'll try to finish this as soon as I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon.

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VELSEA

L-ies

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Last two weeks she held his hand while they were walking on the beach. Out of the blue, she asked him what it felt like to hold her hand.

He wanted to tell her that he loved it; that he wanted her hand to be on his forever, but he told her that it felt like holding his sister's hand.

Lie.

Last Thursday, she hugged him, thanking him for helping her with her chores. He hugged her back.

Then, he kept telling himself: It's just a friendly gesture.

Lie.

Just this Wednesday, they kissed on the meadow, just to know what it felt like. Yes, he wanted to tell her that he wants to kiss her again; to kiss her as his wife.

But, he told her that it was like kissing a tree.

Lie.

Now, she had just asked him what he felt for her, if it's just simply friendship or something more.

He wanted to tell her that he wants to be something more than just a friend, but he was afraid that if he did tell her and things wouldn't work out, they'd stop seeing each other.

"Best friends, Chels," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

She looked upset, like she wanted to be his special someone. She sighed and said, "Yeah, best friends."

Lies.

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Glad that was done. Okay, I'll try to finish another chapter while my parents aren't home yet.