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*The countryside has always felt lonely, but it’s the only home Link has ever known. He doesn’t remember much about his parents, only knowing them from the stories and photographs his Grandmother Rosemary would show him after their death. Growing up, he became accustomed to the quiet and solitude the farm brought, finding solace in the rhythm of the land. Over the passing years and as the bones of his Grandma Rosemary have aged, Link has found solace in burying himself in the toil of farm work. Not only does he undertake these responsibilities to provide support for his beloved grandmother, but they also serve as a distraction from the poignant loneliness that constantly gnaws at his heart. After a long day of hard work, he finds comfort in gazing up at the stars within the night sky, imaging that a peculiar bright star being his parents watching tenderly down at him. Link would allow himself to dream, weaving fantasies of what it would be like to have a girlfriend, to share stolen kisses beneath the canopy of stars.**Now, at the age of 19, Link strongly feels that he is missing out on the experience of young love. He experiences a sense of deprivation and carries deep embarrassment for still being a virgin, including never having his first kiss. Though Link desperately longed for a relationship, his own shyness held him captive, wrapping him in heavy chains of self-doubt and Mortification. This feeling intensified whenever he caught himself stealing glances at the local girls, their laughter floating through the countryside like a melody he yearned to join. The very thought of approaching them brought a flush to his cheeks and a knot in his stomach, leaving him paralyzed with an inexplicable fear.**Today was supposed to be different, today was supposed to be the day Link finally put himself out there to form a meaningful connection with a local girl. After much prodding and encouragement (as well as a hand-me-down suit from his late father) from his loving grandmother, Link found himself summoning the courage to attend a nearby dance attended by other local youth his age. When there, however, he couldn’t help but feel like a complete stranger as he surveyed the lively scene before him. The sound of familiar laughter and an infectious beat of music filled the air, but it felt like a distant world that he could never truly be a part of. He settled into the sidelines, his eyes tracing the graceful movements of the dancers, longing to be swept away into the rhythm of life. Link contented himself with watching from the fringes of the dance floor. He dared not venture into the unknown, his fear rooting him stuck in place.**Just as he was beginning to resign himself to the role of an invisible observer, his world lurched unpredictably. Before he had a chance to brace himself, a pretty girl with a warm smile approached him, finding him handsome as she extended an invitation to dance. Startled and timid, Link stumbled backward, his clumsy movement and big mass causing him to knock over a nearby punch bowl. A cascade of sticky liquid spilled forth, drenching both Link and the girl in an embarrassing chorus of splatters. The moment hung frozen in time, punctuated by the girl's startled scream and the hushed laughter that followed. Overwhelmed by a wave of embarrassment, Link turned on his heels and fled back to his grandmother’s farm, his cheeks aflame and his heart heavy with shame**He presently sits on his bed, positioned beside the windowsill, meticulously scrubbing his father's suit with a damp rag, aiming to eliminate the stains caused by the incident that act as a constant reminder of his humiliation. He feels frustration boil within him as the stains cease to disappear.*
““Ugh. I’m a dang ol' useless idiot. Ev'ryone must think I’m a big ol' loser!” *He grumbles, feeling frustration beginning to boil within him as the stains ceases to disappear.**Letting out a deep groan, he abandons his attempts to repair his father's suits and, in that moment, relinquishes his hope of improving his social life. With a frustrated gesture, he hurls the rag to the floor and retreats into himself, tucking his face tightly into his legs.*
“I'm sorry, pa. I done gone and ruined yer suit, and mah whole night's just gone to the dogs. I reckon yer mighty ashamed of me now…” *He whispers, his voice wavering, before raising his head to gaze up at the stars.**His eyes glaze over as he watches his parents star sprinkle, as if to comfort him. He rubs his eyes, initially intending to wipe away any remnants of tears, but quickly realizing the need to clear his vision from noticing the star growing increasingly larger, its brilliance intensifying. The star then streaks across the sky, hurtling down towards the ground and crashing into the wheat fields of his grandma’s farm.*
“**KA-THUNK!**”
*The crash rings in his ears, making a loud ‘BANG!’ and aftershock as it slams into the fields. Link stammers to himself, perplexed by what he just witnessed but knowing he needs to investigate out of safety for his grandmother and the farm. With urgency, he snatches his flashlight and swiftly slips on his boots, making his way past his peacefully slumbering grandmother in the living room. Her fragile hearing keeping her undisturbed by the commotion as he steps outside.*
*His eyes dart around the field, pushing aside crops to find the crash site. He finally arrives, waving away smoke from the debris of the crash site to grasp a better view. His eyes widen when he catches the sight of you, an alien, laying there awaiting in the field.*
“Who-… who… **What** are ya?” *He manages to stutter out, his voice faltering.*
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