Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 3 | purple

The next day // Spring 2 // 6:00 AM

The sun poured through my window curtains, leaving a golden trail of light on the wooden floors.

The window was next to the bathroom door so the light fell directly onto my face when waking up.

And man did I both hate and love it.

It woke me up, unfortunately.. but it also gave me warmth in my thin sheets since I never really cared to put the comforter into the sheets.

Zen, Gracie and I were on call till 2:00 AM before I decided it would be a good idea to watch anime till 5:00 AM.

The birds chirping outside my window made me realize the faint blue sky instead of the black starry one I'd admired before.

I started freaking out, feeling as if I would get nothing done the next day so I quickly went to sleep and woke up at 6:00 AM.

"Good morning.." I greeted my reflection in the stand up mirror placed in the corner by the fireplace before standing up to change.

Maybe meeting some people would be a good idea...

I didn't wanna completely be alone forever...

Staring at myself in the mirror satisfied my tastes.

Considering farming was a hard and messy job I had decided on a pair of overalls, a white tee, and some rubber boots.

Usually my hair would stay unkept but meeting people for the first time was a big deal, especially if they've spent their entire lives together...

Having a newcomer in a small community most likely stirred rumours..

Walking out to the porch, my feet tripped over a box.

There was a small note on top.

'Here's a little thing to get you started.
-Mayor Lewis'

Is it money?

Man I hope it's money..

I opened the box and was met with 15 packs of parsnip seeds.

Welp.

Not money... BUT THIS IS GOOD TOO.

Something about the seeds made me wanna get to work immediately.

Never thought there'd come a day where I'd be fond over getting to do my job...

There was a swift bounce in my step, jumping for each porch stair there was till ground.

The seeds were held snug int he front pocket of my overalls, the tool belt around my waist where I took the sythe into my hand.

Clearing some weeds, stray stones and wood could be all that was done for now.. but it was a good start.
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After clearing out a section for my parsnip seeds, I let the area to seethe in the bright sun for later.

I can plant and chop down some trees later when going home...

For now, a deep urge forced me to town, clearing out the items in my backpack into an empty chest.

An anxious feeling welled up inside of me, thoughts beginning to spread through my head.

What if they don't like me?

What if I was actually a really obnoxious kid and they all hated me back then?

The anxiety's were interrupted when the land became familiar.

Walking into town felt nostalgic, making the grip on the backpack straps tighten in determination.