Lightning-Dono: Yes, it's another fanfic! xD; To be continued upon the conclusion of Love Yourself. (Meaning I'll continue it once I'm done with Love Yourself. Or just when I feel like it. oO;) Told from Nami's point of view. This chapter is pretty much an introduction of what has happened before she moved away from Forget-Me-Not Valley and why she came back. (In more detail than the description, mind you.)

Forget me Now

By: Lightning-Dono. DUH.

((Disclaimer)) Harvest Moon doesn't own me and I don't own Harvest Moon. If you think I do, then you are sadly mistaken and should read the logos on your products better.

-Description-

Nami left Forget-Me-Not Valley after Jack's sudden marriage with Celia, feeling betrayed and disliked by everyone who failed to interact with her. Five years later, she returns to the valley in hopes that everyone has forgotten about her and wishes to find a specific young man of years ago who had given up on her.

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My feet took me around the valley as though I had known it for years. I had, in fact, lived here previously...But in my false hope to gain the trust of a young man, I fell prey to his scheme. I could remember it in such vivid detail he would cringe just hearing it told.

It was a stormy day. Rain pounded endlessly down onto the cold, dull streets. Grass flourished in the loving embrace of life, nutrients flowing through their roots like water does in rivers. Trees shook off the raindrops as I walked underneath them, my hand dripping a crimson liquid that I was all too familiar with. The picturesque sight of my bleeding hand still lingers within my mind. After hours of working myself to exhaustion in the excavation site, my hand had gone raw and the skin had broken to seep blood.

The leaves on trees were turning a lovely shade of crisp yellow and flaring orange. I crossed the bridge, walking by Rock who was busy combing his hair through with his pudgy fingers, ambling towards the steep hill that marked the boundary of Forget-Me-Not Valley. Then I had the young man I sincerely loved in the field of my vision. He cast his line in, an entire package of bait sitting on the hook. I giggled, for Jack was such an amateur and amused me so with his silly antics. His gloved hand was drawn across his forehead, wiping off stray water that poured down from the sky. I hurried over to him, in hopes that he would present to me one item that I had been hoping to see for so long.

"Hi, Jack," I greeted him, wiping a lock of hair from my face to better my view.

His head turned slowly, like he was a broken robot in need of oiling. "Oh, hello, Nami." As soon as these words left his lips, the rain started to fall like there were angels up in the sky, dumping buckets of the satisfyingly cold liquid continuously. "I'm fishing."

Once again, the stupidity took over as he wildly jerked his fishing rod up and down, almost more in a playful manner than he had been before. The frown left his face as the fish came hurling out of the water, smacking him square in the face, and falling to a rest in his open arms. He surveyed the fish appraisingly.

"It's a Rainbob," he announced, tossing it into his rucksack.

"Ja-ack..."

"What?" Jack paused momentarily in thought. Then, "Oh...Yeah. Here." He fished around in his fathomless pocket to produce a Blue Feather, which he waved tauntingly in my face. "Do you want this?"

My opaque blue eyes snapped back to life. Had I been allowed to, I would've leapt forward and grabbed it from his sweaty hands. But to people who didn't really know how much I had been yearning for this moment, they all thought that I was a misanthropic wanderer with no specific goal but to dig random items out of some archaeology site.

"Well...Yes," I said sheepishly, calmly placing my hands into my pockets, shaking internally. He just has to give me that...Nothing else will do. He promised that he'd marry me at the end of this year.

Jack fingered then soft tendrils of the feather, thinking about it slowly. "Are you sure?" He questioned uncertainly, apparently rethinking his decision.

"Of course you should!" I almost cried out frantically, almost falling to my knees just to beg him. I was tired of travelling, trying to find my place on this lonely planet. All I wanted to do was belong to someone and live with them until the end of my life came along. If I was accepting marriage, then why would he, the wielder of the key item to this joyous event, be pondering upon it?

"I'll give it to you tomorrow. I need to prepare the farm after all." He flashed that dazzling grin in my direction. Even though I returned the small smile, I felt like I was crumbling like a thin wafer. "I'll see you tomorrow!" The rain halted, clouds parting to make way for the sun.

I remember waving good-bye heartlessly to him, wandering back to my room on the second floor of the Inn.

Tomorrow never came.