The Honor of Your Love | Stardew Valley

The Farmer's Melody

It's is rare that I day comes around when I don't feel the need to write. Writing is instinctive to me, like blood pumping through my veins, I must do it. When I am not scribbling away on paper, I am reading, and if I cannot do either then I think about it. I think about the world around me and how I could describe it. The perfect words, how each thing that existed embodied a poem I could unveil.

Literature is so saturated in my mind that I have found it has changed the way I talk and carry life. Often people find me off-putting or possibly insane, however, I say they don't share my passions. They don't share that overwhelming desire to do something, to make it a reality. They don't know the joy of finishing a chapter, or constructing a heart touching haiku.

With all that said, I did not feel like writing this day. I did not wish for the smooth scratching of my pen, and my thoughts refused to maintain any ideas of literature. After writing for hours on end over the course of two weeks, I was burnt out. I longed something other than writing to do for once.

It was not words in my head, but rather a tune. A beautiful melody hummed by the more beautiful Farmer.

I sat in front of my piano. I wasn't a talented musician by any means, but the old piano came with the beach cabin and I felt it to be a waste if I did not learn. My fingers warmed up the keys and I started to play the memory of that song.

Surely I wasn't playing it correctly, I wasn't sure what the song was, but I played it with a gentle passion. But it felt right to play, it reminded me of when the sunshines through the clouds after rain. It reminded me of Farmer.

It was while I was invigorated with the song, that someone had entered silently. Once finishing the song, I felt their eyes on the back of my head.

Cautiously, I turned around and met eyes with Farmer, "Ah, I thought someone was there."

"That was wonderful." Farmer said softly as she looked into my eyes.

"Thank you, I'm not very good but it is fun to play." I stated bashfully.

I stood up with the intent to stand by her, but caught eyes with my book in the corner of my room. I was still working on refining the story. Hours upon hours of writing with little company. It was exhausting.

"I've been working day and night to try to finish my book... it's been driving me insane, Farmer." I relayed to her. It was not just the book, but more what the book stood for. Every part of the book had my essence embedded into it. The characters came from myself, my life, the world I had seen.

The questionable situation I was in with Farmer only made this insanity worse. What were we? Were we friends? Very close friends? More?

"So you play the piano as an escape?" She asked, taking me out of my panicked thoughts.

"An occasional tune is the only recreation I allow myself. There's just so much work to do! And my bank account is starting to run dry..." I admitted to her.

She nodded in understanding. I found my mind wandered to a calmer place around her, like sitting on the porch of a farm house watching the sunset. I longed for that place to be real for me.

"Sometimes I wish I could just throw it all away and become a farmer like you." I thought out loud.

"Come live on the farm, I could use the extra help." She said smoothly. I felt a bright wave of blush come over me.

"Seriously?!" I exclaimed in shock. I quickly collected myself as to not seem a fool. Out of all answers I was not expecting such a forward reply...

"It sounds wonderful... but I can't give up on my novel. It's already half-way done." I said, covering half my face in an attempt to hide how red I was becoming.