Fire
Laying on the couch with his wife Molly curled up against him he relished in the warmth that radiated from the fireplace. The wind from the blizzard outside rattled against the windowpane and Molly shifted slightly in her sleep.
Comparing her to the fire, he smiled slightly. From what he remembered of Angela, he pictured a spark that engulfed everything before dying just as quickly. Molly was the ember that quietly endured and went unnoticed until it was too late.
Sighing, he moved her bridal-style to the bed and tucked her in. She was his bright and beautiful burning ember.
Author's Note: Let's all go awww here XD So obviously they are married and it's winter, so make it whenever you want it to be. Whether it's they're first or their last winter together- it's up to you ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon.
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