Yesssss! I got an update in before the week starts! I would have got it in earlier, but we were out all weekend. We had a party at our house Friday night, a birthday party Saturday afternoon, breakfast at our friend's house this morning, and supper at our other friend's house tonight. Oh, and I checked my story traffic, and a total of about 240 people have visited this story, and only about... 10 have reviewed. Some of you multiple times. If I did my math right, that mean about 0.24% of you have reviewed. (correct me if I'm wrong) That's not even 1%! *tsk, tsk, tsk*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.
Forward... MARCH!
Tears
"Great. This is just great..." I rubbed my forehead, and sighed. "My friends all hate me and I just screamed at a man who apparently lost everything..."
I would have told you to stop, but you couldn't hear me over your yelling.
That stupid voice! Go away! Do you think I don't have enough problems already? I don't need some voice talking to me in the back of my head!
You think I'm a voice? No, no, no... I'm not in your head. You're actually hearing me.
What? Where are you then?
Down here!
I looked down and saw a little person wearing red on the floor. I would have screamed if it hadn't jumped up and covered my mouth.
"I'm a Harvest Sprite!" it screeched. Its voice hurt my ears. It was too high!
"What in Goddess's name is a Harvest Sprite?" I asked.
"We're like little people," it said. "We watch over the areas on this island. I'm the guardian of your farm! My name's Noe."
"Uh... Ok?" I said, still confused.
"Have you seen that little pink house on your farm?" Noe asked.
"Yeah?" This was extremely weird.
"That's where I live," he said. "I'm going to be watching you, Chelsea, and make sure you don't get yourself into anymore screw-ups."
"Good luck with that..." I muttered.
"Well, bye!" he hopped down off the table and across the floor. I almost laughed; he looked so funny. He somehow opened the door without touching the handle, and out he went.
"Ok..." I sighed. "Now that that's done, what am I supposed to do about Vaughn, Julia, and everyone else? They all hate me now!"
"I should probably apologize to Vaughn..." I decided. I got up, and went to find him. He was inside the Animal Shop, standing at the back.
When I walked in, the room got really quiet. Felicia was chatting with Mirabelle, and Julia was talking to Natalie. Everyone stared at me, with angry expressions on their faces. I suddenly felt nervous and scared.
I walked over to Vaughn, and quietly said, "V-Vaughn I need t-to talk to y-you..."
"Why?" he said coldly.
"I-I want to apologize for screaming a-at you," I stuttered. "I-I didn't m-mean it... Julia t-told me that y-you have an u-unhappy past... I'm really sorry..."
Vaughn stared at me with those cold purple eyes of his. He then looked at Julia with a begging look on his face, and she shook her head. His face lost that pleading look, and turned cold.
"Fine," he said, and turned and went upstairs. I felt like screaming at him again, but restrained myself. Quietly, I left the Animal Shop.
The next day, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and nearly fell back in shock.
"I'm really sorry for being mean," Vaughn said.
I couldn't say anything. My mouth hung open, and I stood gaping like a fish.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Vaughn asked.
"Uh..." I shut my mouth. "I'm sorry..." I shyly looked at the floor. We both stood there for a few minutes. Vaughn reached into his pocket, and his face went pale.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.
"N-Nothing," he muttered. "I just can't find something..." he reached into his other pocket. His face turned pure white.
"I'll help you look for it," I said. "What is it?"
"A-A small black box," he said. He made the shape of a box with his hands. "About this big. I need it for work..."
"Where were you before this?" I asked.
"I came straight from the Animal Shop to here," he said.
I looked around my house, and down along the path to the Animal Shop. When I turn around, I see a small black box lying on the side of the path. I grab it, and open it up. Inside there's a picture of a family of four. There's a man with brown hair and bright purple eyes, a woman with silver hair and dark brown eyes, a little boy with silver hair and happy purple eyes, and a small girl with brown eyes and brown hair.
A shadow looms over me, and I looked up and see Vaughn. There's a sad, hurt expression on his face. I put the lid back on the box, and hand it to him.
"Was that your family?" I ask. He nods silently.
"They're all gone now..." he whispers. Tears begin to form in his eyes.
"What happened?" No! Chelsea you idiot! Can't you see he probably doesn't want to talk about them?
"I-I don't remember..." he said, and looked away.
"What?" I asked.
"All I know is that there was a car crash," he said. "And I got amnesia. Most of my childhood memories haven't been remembered. The doctors said they probably never will..." he looked at the sky, as if searching for his lost memories.
"I-I'm sorry," I whispered, and looked at the ground. "I should have never yelled at you. I'm so sorry, Vaughn." Tears began to well in my eyes. I'm so stupid! I had yelled at a man who lost everything, even his memory.
"It's ok," Vaughn said softly. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him. He just stood there, frozen. Eventually, he relaxed and hugged me back.
The door to the Animal Shop swung open, and Julia stepped outside. "Vaug─" when she saw us, she stopped, and went quietly back into the Animal Shop.
We stood like that for a few more minutes, both of crying buckets. Vaughn eventually let go, and so did I. He looked at me, tears streaming down his face, and left.
I stood there for a while longer, still bawling like a baby, until I decided to go home.
"Chelsea?" a soft voice called from behind my door. "It's me; Julia."
I got up and went over to the door. I still hadn't stopped crying. "What is it?" I asked.
"I just want to say I'm sorry," she said.
"For what? I should be the one apologizing." I said.
"No, I'm sorry for being mad." She said. "I understand why you were mad. I would be mad to if someone was always so cranky and depressed, and I thought they had no reason to be."
I noticed then that her eyes were red and puffy, and tears streaked her face.
"Why are you crying?" I asked her.
"It's just that... Mom and I are Vaughn's only family now. He lost everyone, and then that bitch broke his heart. I wish he could just be happy..." she started crying again, and I hugged her tight.
"He will be happy," I said, reassuring her. "He'll find someone he loves, and they'll love him back. Trust me. He'll be happy someday."
I just hope I was right.
Me: And... welcome to Ruins Talk Show starring HarvestMoonLuv. But you can call me Harvest (It's much easier to say). Our visitor today is... Eliza!
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