Wow, I posted the last chapter before I got to read all the wonderful reviews I got, and I can't help but feel bad for not putting a thank you in the last ficlet for you guys being so nice. So here it is: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING!!! You guys make my day :D And I'm going to write all of your pairing requests. And I was going to write a GrayxMary one-shot at first, but then Authors Note1 requested it, so I made sure I released it sooner. So this is dedicated to you, Authors Note1!
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Harvest Moon. How sad!
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It was a quiet night, on the verge of silence. Actually, it would be silent if it wasn't for the howling wind outside, but boy, that wind was loud.
Mary, the librarian who was just as quiet as that night, was snuggled up behind her desk, a good book clasped between her fingers. This was her idea of the perfect night – hot cocoa, a snowstorm, and a novel, all within the confines of her empty library.
And the library was empty. This night could not be better. Not that she hated people or anything, but she just preferred the quiet to the buzz of persons.
She flipped the page, her eyes scanning over every word. The wind made another violent screech, sending snowflakes flying into her window, colliding with the glass to create a somewhat beautiful painting. However, the snow was causing cold air to seep through the panes, so she stood up in order to close the curtains.
But, just as she began to close the shades, a shadowy figure passed by, sending the black-haired girl's thoughts into a frenzy.
Who could it be? Is it a murderer, here to kill the sweet librarian? Or perhaps it is a traveler who has lost their way? Even better, it's Gray, here to profess his love to me?
As a writer, Mary visualized several situations, the last one being her favorite by far. The very thought of that happening caused her to blush!
Good thing for her, it just so happened that her fantasy was becoming partially true. Storming through the door was none other than colder-than-snow Gray, the cap-wearing blacksmith that never failed to make her heart flutter.
"Er, h-hello Gray." She stuttered out.
"Unnh." He replied, before stomping his way to a table and sitting down, and the glasses-wearing gal was not sure what to make of what he said. Was that even a response?
"W-what are you, um, d-doing here? I-I mean, it's, uh, o-obvious t-that you are looking for some b-books, b-b-but it's Ch-Chri-Christmas Eve and all, and i-its sn-snowing out, a-and-" Mary couldn't help her stuttering, it was one of her bad habits that just so happened to be initiated whenever someone was around – to be specific, that blacksmith.
"Ugh."
"W-what?"
"I said I wasn't looking for some books." He mumbled, his voice gruff and clipped, as usual.
"T-then w-w-w-what are you d-doing at-at-at a library?" Poor Mary, she couldn't even hide the fact that she liked Gray. Her cheeks were flushed such a deep red that she was giving the tomato a run for its money, and her stutter was deepening by the second.
"I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas." With that, he slid a tiny gift on to the counter, before storming out and slamming the door behind him.
She smiled, her blush not fading, and picked up the small present. She wouldn't even bother to open it; it was truly the thought that counted in this instant.
Because it was Gray. And it didn't matter that the box was wrapped in newspaper. It still counted, for he wrapped it with his own two hands, and decided to give it to her.
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And that was chapter 3! Thanks again for all the great reviews, and keep your pairing requests coming in! I still have seven open days, and I don't know what I'll write about, so just review or PM me with a pairing!
Up next is Vaughn x Chelsea!