2. One Last Time (1/2)

i'm baackk. kinda

im so sorry for not updating. guys. the italics are flashbacks.

disclaimer~ i do not own harvest moon

one last time

i smiled. echo village this place is called. although i live in zephyr town, this place isn't that far from where i live. the village had a calm and peaceful atmosphere. the downpour just stopped and i held my um

ella at my side slowly shaking out the raindrops. it was noon, and i had just finished tutoring toni, my first job at this town. i grinned at the bustling of the people through the streets, before getting fascinated by the beautiful autumn trees.

letting my gaze linger at one thing before it moves to another, i chuckled to myself, dirk would love this place. i looked at almost everything around me, the trees, the street signs, until my eyes landed on one person, and time stopped at that one moment.

felicity. she was wearing a maid's outfit, her long golden hair held back by a big blue ribbon. she stepped out for a few seconds to stretch, smiling at nothing. she sighed, a huge grin settled on her face. my eyes widened, slowly stepping closer to her, and i froze. it really was her. nearby, a kid seemed to have jumped in a puddle, splashing me. i blinked again. felicity hadn't noticed me yet, but at that moment, she just looked down at her hands and turned to walk into the restaurant.

i looked up from my daydream, and reached out a hand, "ah," was came out of my quiet and idiotic mouth. slowly i tightened my grip on the um

ella before walking into the restaurant.

it's a quaint little place, somewhere where the customers seat themselves. after placing my um

ella in the um

ella basket, i walked to a wall where there were square tables lined up along it. after slowly seating myself at the second table from the front, i glanced up to find felicity working, and memories flew.

we met back in high school when she asked me to be her tutor. she was an airheaded freshman. i was a senior. we slowly fell for each other and when she confessed to me at my graduation, i cried, hugging her tightly. we dated from then on, while i was still tutoring her of course.

she could never cook. ever. i had to teach her how to hold a knife, standing over her while she tried sawing the carrot with a knife, her hand so unstable. and her victory dance where she ended up punching me. i taught her how to sauté spaghetti that day too, flipping it with a spoon in my mouth. when it was done, i watched her trembling hands try to pick up the spaghetti using two forks, and when she fed it to me, she ended up smothering the sauce all over my face. and i doing the same to her, but on purpose, and making fun of her afterwards, ruffling her hair while she laughed.

i stared down at the table, playing with my fingers.

i was studying for an english exam, flipping through the pages with my fingers. felicity had come over as a surprise, but i told her not to bother me too much because i had an exam. she puffed up her cheeks, but sat next to me, her head on my shoulder. it came a time where i was almost finished with the book, when i finally realized the weight had shifted from my shoulder to my leg, where her head rested, sound asleep. i lifted the book above my head, shielding the sunlight from the window and used the other hand to stroke her hair softly, smiling gently at her.

i looked up and sighed, she still hadn't noticed me, her eyes following the food from tray to table as she licked her lips. i chuckled under my

eath. a waitress cleared her throat, and i looked up at her. "would you like anything, sir?" she asked, gesturing to the menu she held in her hand.

"oh, um, i'll just have a cappuccino then." i replied. she nodded and went off, jotting a small note on her pad.

felicity was daydreaming again. "hey, hey, hey you," i lightly poked her forehead with each 'hey' spoken.

"whaaaat." she replied with a hard poke to mine.

"ow," was my smart reply, rubbing my forehead, but felicity started laughing, leaning her head against my shoulder.

i glanced up again, to find that felicity was heading towards me with a cup of coffee on a tray. i looked down and fiddled with my fingers.

we were both drinking coffee, my edge of my cup in my mouth, staring at the wall, while one hand was tapping on the table in an even beat. felicity placed her cup down with both hands, her eyes on the new ring i had on the finger tapping the table.

she reached out her fingers and lightly touched it, "where'd you get it?"