Shane one shot

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a/n: I have no fucking clue what I'm doing do buckle in fuckers and goblins we're going on a trip together t/w: depression and suicidal ideation/considered attempt

    You thought moving to Stardew would change things. Beings stuck in your job at joja was mentally draining, you could feel yourself slipping away every second you spent there. Hearing the paper rip as you opened the envelope from your grandfather was supposed to be like the bells from heavens gates, freeing you from this nightmare you were stuck in.

    You had to admit, being a farmer was a bit more freeing. Now you were too tired most days to even think about what's wrong with life. You were still empty, just sweaty as well now.

    Wandering into town, you were on the hunt for Pierre's shop. You had heard it was a good place to buy seeds, and what's a farm without seeds? It was still super early in the morning, for you at least. While waiting for the shop to open you see a man with a nine o'clock shadow and a glare to rival your own.

    Despite not being particularly chatty on most days, you tried to spark up a conversation. Your hello, however, was cut short by a gruff and blunt "Do I know you? Go away."

    This type of greeting was normal in the city. You just accepted it and moved on. Getting the seeds, thanking the shop owner (You figured this must be Pierre) and going back to the farm to plant your seeds.

    Ah yes. Farming. Can't be a farmer without doing a bit of farm work. You certainly were not a natural born farmer.

    Drenched in sweat, you planted each seed methodically an even and reasonable distance apart. After bending over and planting these seeds for so long, you could feel your back whining. It wasn't only planting the seeds, it was tilling the dirt, weeding the area, digging the holes, watering them, etc. No easy task.

    By the time you had finished planting all the seeds it was already starting to get dark out. Ever the daring person, you showered then went to bed. Despite wanting to skip the shower completely and just get comfortable right that very second, you decided against crawling into your nice clean bed drenched in sweat and dirt, mud caking your face.

     This is how life went on for ages. You probably wouldn't even have noticed the changing seasons if it weren't for the crops needing different things per the weather. Every once in a while you would see the same gruff and scruffy man. He seemed to be out every morning around the time you'd buy your seeds, his blue jacket tattered as always. Eventually you learned his name to be Shane, you only knew this however thanks to the owner of the local bar he seems to frequent. You had dropped by occasionally and every time like clockwork he was in his alcove.

    One rainy fall day everything seemed to change. You couldn't handle much more monotony in your life, so you decided to head down to the cliffs. You didn't know what you were planning, but you didn't know if you'd ever see the creaky old farmhouse again.

     Wishing everything you owned goodbye, you stepped out into the cold rain. Within seconds you could feel your clothes and hair stick to your skin. You were never bothered by the rain, and today you really seemed to notice and appreciate the sound of the rain, the feel of the wet everything clinging to your body like nobody had in what seemed like forever, the clean smell that you had never appreciated before. It was peaceful. You felt like what you were doing was right.

     When you reached the cliffs, however, you saw someone had beat you there. The gruff man. He was laying there, an absolute wreck. Surrounded by soda cans and seemingly wallowing in his own grief he didn't even notice you walk up. Maybe the sound of the rain masked your steps, maybe he was too out of it, or maybe he just didn't care.

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