Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harvest Moon
The sun was slowly setting and the cool breeze was blowing into Jack's hair. The view from the mountaintop was indescribable. You could sit up there and feel like there was not a problem in the world. The view did something to you. Jack sat upon the mountain, his legs being held close to his chest by his arms, and gazed upon Mineral Town. Jack felt calm; at one with the nature around him.
He stood up, brushed the dirt off from his pants, and then took one final breath to take it all in. "Spectacular" he thought to himself. He put his hat on his brown hair, backwards of course, and proceeded to walk down the mountaintop.
He took a quick glance at his watch. 9:10. "The Inn's still open" he thought. So Jack stopped by the Inn for a quick drink before he went to bed. While he was there, he saw some of his neighbors, or as he called them "the usuals at the Inn." He walked around aimlessly, drink in hand. He wasn't sure on what he wanted to do, or to whom he wanted to talk to. Something deep inside him told him that this was where he should be right then.
Within moments, the reason why he was there had come. A beautiful blond with green eyes pushed open the doors to the bar and started to walk towards Jack. His heart filled with happiness. "Karen" he thought. There was something about her that he absolutely adored, but he didn't quite know what it was. Jack started to think that Karen was walking towards him, so he was filled with excitement. But as she continued to walk, he realized that she was walking to her friend Ann, who was standing behind him. His heart sank. "I guess I'll head home" he told himself.
The walk home was a lonely one. Everyone was either in their homes asleep, or out drinking at the Inn. He had reached his farm. "Home. I guess it doesn't get much better than this." He then whistled so his dog, Munchy, would come running to him. "It's time to go inside, boy" he told the dog. The two of them walked inside the house.
Jack got cleaned up for bed; he washed his face, took a hot bath, brushed his teeth, and had a quick bite to eat. He sat on his bed, not feeling a bit tired. He just starred at the floor hopelessly. He glanced to the little wooden table on his bedside and picked up his journal. "I've been here two weeks and I have never felt more alone than I do now..." He had finished writing and put his journal back on his table. He laid down in bed, but sleeping seemed like a difficult task. The thoughts of his childhood came back to him. The days when he would visit Grandpa and try to help out on the farm. "That mystery girl...I wonder if she's still hanging around here" he thought to himself. "It doesn't matter anyway. If things don't work out better in the next month or so, I think I'm going to head back to the city."
Jack was still a child, only 16 years old. This life that he had been thrown into seemed to be more than he could handle. Jack needed some sort of hope in his life. Something that would tell him that his life on the farm was going to be the best life he would ever have.
A/N: I know that it's a bit of a slow start. Things should start to pick up in the next chapter.