Gone Without You Oneshots

Small Surprise

Firey woke up a few minutes before his alarm, the bright, warm sun fell on him, bathing the room in a golden light.

After moving away from the city, he was able to appreciate sunrises a lot more and he grew to love both the rising and the setting of the sun.

It was a weekday, meaning he was the only one in the house, Leafy was at work and Grove was at school.

Firey had to get up an hour after they would leave to go to his "job".

It wasnt really a job, he loved it, it was slow and simple, just what he wanted.

With the money he got from his work as an agent, neither Firey nor Leafy actually needed to work but Leafy had worked too hard to give everything up and Firey wanted a Passtime that was productive.

Being out so far in the country meant there were many vast fields in the nearby town and Firey worked in them, helping to pick whatever grew and maintain the equipment and shipments.

He was young and strong and people often asked for help with heavy lifting or Handywork.

This helped Firey and his family to he accepted in the community and they became popular very quickly.

Grove was doing very well in school and had sang a few solos for the choir, making Leafy very proud of her little boy.

Leafy was an active member of the town too, leading forest cleanups, bakesales, local events and much more.

Everyone loved her, she was always helping, always being pleasant, always being much more than he deserved.

There was nothing Firey appreciated more than the life he was currently living, it was so nice and so serene, it was perfect for him after everything he had been through.

After everything they had all been through.

It was a cool morning, the time of year that spring gradually fades into summer and the days are brighter and easier.

Firey wandered down the dirt road that lead to the farm he had started working at, owned by a nice older couple who weren't all that bad to work for.

There was a smell of freshly cut grass and fresh flowers in the air, Firey took a deep breath, relishing the refreshing feeling everything had.

He signed in and then walked around the back of the house to hop onto a truck that would take him to the bottom fields so he could assist with looking after the produce that was growing.

He would be lying if he said the work was easy and that he always enjoyed it, it was tough and in the peak of summer it was rather dangerous with the risk of having the heat get to you.

Firey liked being able to help people and the work made him feel fulfilled and that's why he did it.

That was his life now, wake up, work on farm, go home to wife and son, that was his life and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

...

Much later, Firey was struggling with uprooting a particularly annoying onion that hadn't been harvested last year and was now somehow moulded into the dirt and it refused to move.

"Come on you little bastard," he said through gritted teeth.

There were thorns and brambles growing over the onion and Firey has misplaced his gloves so every time he moved he was pierced and scratched by them, his hands were bleeding and his muscles were aching after the prior five hours of work.

Finally there was a shift in the root and it became a lot looser but still not free, Firey knew it was only a matter of persisting and he grabbed the roots and gave one last pull with all of his strength.