Letter #7 and the fireworks festival!
Dear Molly,
The fireworks festival was today. I was chilling with Owen and Bo for awhile. But when I saw you arrive, I told them that I had to go. What can I say? A man has his priorities.
I brought two coconut cocktails (Guess who the second one was for?) and walked over.
Then I noticed who you were talking to. Prune eyes, scrawny muscles. You were talking to the waiter. And it hurt.
I downed the cocktails by myself while I watched you and waiter chat it up. You smiled at him just like you did that time before.
What has he got that I haven't got?
Luckily, pretty boy waiter had to go to work at 6:00, as the Brass Bar doesn't close during the festival. I resolved to make you forget all about him. Or at least try to.
Around 8:00, when the fireworks started going off I sought you out. The two hours in between 6:00 and 8:00 were spent prepping for that moment. You were sitting on the edge of the beach and, thank goddess, you were by yourself. Everything was perfect.
I walked up behind you. You didn't turn your head. I sat beside you. You didn't bat an eyelash. But your eyes did flick to me for a second. And what a long second it was.
The fireworks started. "These are amazing, aren't they?" I said to you.
"Yeah, I've never been to a fireworks festival before. It's fantastic!" you replied. I could've started talking to you about festivals in Castanet, the making of fireworks, pretty much anything under the sun. But I decided not to. It seemed that nothing else needed to be said. So I settled for just watching the fireworks beside you.
After awhile, right as a big yellow firework showered its sparks, I took a risk. I reached out my hand and closed it around yours. You seemed to recoil a bit out of surprise, but you did not let go. We sat together on the beach. We watched the fireworks together.
We were holding hands.
Honestly, if that doesn't signify a couple, I don't know what does.
Face it, Molly; I'm getting through to you. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Yours (on the beach, watching the fireworks, holding your hand),
Luke
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I have two other Harvest Moon stories. One is a Cliff and Claire oneshot called Shortcake. It's about Claire going to visit Cliff, and looking back on moments of their past together as she goes. I think it's very sweet at some points, but very sad at points, too. I wrote most of it at two AM, but I'm actually quite proud of it!
The other Harvest Moon story that I have is about Luke and Hikari/Molly (who is named Clarissa in the story), and it's called The Grass is Always Greener. Luke and Clarissa don't get along very well, so Finn visits the Harvest Goddess and asks for her help. However, the Harvest Goddess has a few tricks up her sleeve; she switches Clarissa and Luke's bodies, and refuses to change them back until they learn to like each other. The story takes you through they're journey of learning how to be each other, and finding love along the way :D.
I think that, if you've enjoyed Dear Molly thus far, then you'll probably enjoy my other Harvest Moon stories too! So please check them out if you get the chance :). Thank you all ever so much for your support, and I'll see you for another update tomorrow!
