Doing a Harvest Town reader insert, cus I can. __________ Old, I cant deny it anymore, neither can my mind and body. Years had passed since I left my hometown, the town that held my grandparents manor. Well before I rent it out, as I need funding to withhold my collage life. It only took a month for a person to come up to me with that offer. It had been that way for about four to six years, with no casualties what so ever. Atlast as I was finishing up my Agronomy Studies, a call rang from my mediocre phone. They wanted to move out into the city, leaving me with the manor once again. It took me a year to build the courage to step onto the nostalgic land, after all this is the only remnant of the (family) name. It was only for a short moment though, about a month or so. I never really involved myself with anyone, distancing myself by always going out to the city. I was so determined about moving into the concrete jungle that I refuse to be attached with that place. Then on a sunny day, under the shade of a tree, I left. Oh how I wish to stay, stay and rebuild that one underdeveloped of a town. Heh... I promised my grandmother after all. To improve and preserve the history and culture of Harvest town. A promise I made. I sip the wine for one last time, knowing that my time has come, in the end I was only feeling a bit dazzed.