A/N: Hi guys, I hope the story's been okay so far; thank you to everyone who's read it so far, it really means a lot. I don't know if any of you are actually enjoying it though, but I'm carrying on anyway, sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own harvest moon.

Chelsea's P.O.V

I woke up to the sweet aroma of porridge wafting through the room. Confusion washed through me before I flicked through my memories of last night.

"shoot." I muttered under my breath.

"Morning miss snore a lot." He chuckled.

"Uh good morning?" I replied, unsure of the current situation.

"I made breakfast, see ya later?" I smiled sleepily at him as he walked out the door.

'Why's he acting differently?' I asked myself before shoving down the bowl in front of me. I quickly changed into work clothes and ran out the door; late. I ignored my crops completely and ran to Magic's barn.

"Hey girl." I cooed, surprised when she didn't answer.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling too good? I asked her. I grabbed a couple of handfuls of fodder throwing it in the feeding area before running down to Mirabelle's.

"Hey Mirabelle." I greeted her, "D'you have any medicine I can give my calf? I don't think she's feeling too great."

"Sure dear, that'll be 1000G." I handed her the money before asking, "do you know where Vaughn is? I was sort of hoping he'd come and look at her considering he's some sort of animal expert apparently."

Mirabelle rolled her eyes before speaking, "He's in his room, second door on the right."

I didn't bother knocking I just barged in.

"It's always polite to knock." He grumbled. "What do you want anyway?"

"Can you come check out my cow, I think she's ill but I don't want to give her medicine if she isn't." I replied urgently.

We walked to the barn in silence. I watched as he placed his hand on her stomach trying to sooth her. He then went and checked her eyes and mouth; I'm guessing to see if there was some sort of infection or something. He looked at me quickly as if to signal something and then rolled his eyes.

"Medicine." He demanded.

I happily chucked it to him, watching as he coaxed her into drinking it.

"She should be better by tomorrow although I'd keep checking on her just to be careful. It's nothing to worry about though Chelsea."

I nodded. "Thank you." I quickly turned and grabbed his arm, "Thanks for last night too, I guess its nicer sharing my burden with someone else. Seriously if you tell anyone anything I'll kill you. You're the only person I've told." I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to pull a serious expression- it failed miserably though.

"Sure, I won't. You were talking in your sleep about writing a letter. If it's to your brother then you should." He shrugged, his purple eyes meeting mine for a second. I felt the blush creep up giving my cheeks a light dusting of red.

'He is really hot. I wonder if he maybe has a girlfriend.' I asked myself, quickly followed by a 'let's be serious here, it's the cold and mysterious cowboy; of course he doesn't, although he totally should.'

I was glad Magic was going to be alright though, she was the most talkative and friendly cow I've ever looked after and I treated her like she was family.

After watering my crops I made my way back to my farm house and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. I quickly scribbled down the address and then my address.

'Hmm, now I don't know what to write.' I shrugged before pressing the pen to the paper and letting my thoughts take over:

Dear Mark,

I decided to write to you to let you know that I'm doing okay. You'll be shocked to hear that I left by boat… but now I'm on an island running my own little farm. It's funny how things have turned out for me. I've actually made friends on the island and everyone accepts me and is willing to be there for me, except this cowboy kid but I'm working there with him. You'd love it here, there's plenty of places to fish and explore, the scenery is beautiful and most importantly the farm that I run is actually doing okay. The beach here reminds me of you and not a day goes by that I don't wonder about how you're doing and if you're okay. I'm sorry I left when I did I just couldn't come with all the blame and pressure pressed upon me; I hope you'll forgive me. This letter is a touch and go thing; I don't know if you're alive and coping or if you died – sorry to be so blunt. I know that if you don't reply then I can expect the worst and mourn a little more than I've done so already. If you're okay please write back? Maybe you could visit in the future too. Anyway I miss you.

Lots of love from your one and only favourite sister,

Claire.

xoxo

I sealed the letter in a spare envelope before running to Natalie and asking her to send it with the rest of the shipments. Now all I've gotta do is wait, it'll be like a game- a waiting game…

A/N- I apologise for the shortness of this, I've been pretty busy and this was all I was able to write. Hopefully I'll update tomorrow although I'm not promising anything, bye guys; thanks for reading.