On my Island (Kara x Reader)

9. Isla de Cortéz

Y/n pov

Honestly i was a bit relieved when i realise the day. I've missed my own house, even though the bed will be cold with Kara in it. Well, i was relieved all until i realised the date it accompanied.

The date that i go back home to every year. All to celebrate my mother. Which i do in the house she and my father built on a part of an island right outside the city that's been in her family for generations.

As i approach my secluded cove, the stone villa emerges from the rugged landscape like a timeless sanctuary. Its weathered exterior, crafted from locas stone, exudes a quite elegance that beckons me closer home. Stepping through the grand wooden doors, i'm welcomed into a spacious foyer adorned with antique furnishing and polished stone floors. I never had the heart to re-decorate any of it.

Inside, the main living area boasts vaulted ceilings and oversized windows, offering breathtaking views of the almost frozen waters beyond. The cold sea breeze dances through the room and i quickly close the door behind me, locking it. Closing the inner door as well to protect from the cold.

Coming into it like this kinda makes me wish i had taken Kara up on the offer to come with me. She hasn't seen this place, no one ever has. It's kinda just been mine. I'm the only person living on the island all year around, the other side has five summer cottages that are unoccupied in the winter.

Or maybe i should have stayed with her... no, i need to be here. It's the only place i can be really close to my mother. Both her and father are buried among the trees here. Their headstones peaking out of the snow. Every year on the anniversary of my mothers death i come here, no matter what.

I keep my shoes on as i realise that the heat has gone out again. It usually takes a few hours for it to kick back up again after being shut off for a few days. So i put some kindling in the fireplace and light it up with only two matches. It warms me already even though i sort of feel cold deep underneath my skin.

I take off my jacket, but keep the other three layers of clothes on, as i drape two fleece blankets over me and lay down on the couch. As i gaze into the fireplace, mesmerised by the flickering flames, a comforting warmth envelopes me through the cold.

The crackling of burning logs fill the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of wood smoke mingle with the cosy aroma of home, creating a soothing atmosphere that lulls me into a state of peaceful contemplation. Even starting to ease out that headache that had begin to form on the boat ride out.

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In the quite solitude of my childhood bedroom, i lie nestled beneath layers of blankets, my body weary from sickness yet comforted by the presence of my mother. She sits beside me, her gentle touch soothing the ache in my bones as she reads from a weathered bedtime storybook. Clearly my favourite.

"Once upon a time," she begins, her voice a soft melody that fills the room. "In a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom..."

With each word, she infuses the story with warmth and wonder, her love for me evident in every syllable. I listen intently, my eyes drifting closed as the tale unfolds.

As the story draws to a close, my mother lends down to press a tender kiss against my forehead, her lips cool against my fevered skin. "Sleep tight, my princess," she murmurs, her voice a soothing lullaby that calms my racing thoughts.

"I love you, moma," i whisper, my words barely more than a breath.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she replies, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

I watch her silhouette fade into the darkness beyond my door, her presence a comforting beacon in the night. In the quiet of my room, the only sound is the soft rustle of blankets as I settle deeper into the embrace of sleep.

From the other room, the murmur of voices reaches my ears, the faint echo of my parents engaged in conversation. Their words are hushed, their tones laced with concern, yet beneath it all, there is an unwavering determination to do whatever it takes to care for their ailing child.

In the soft glow of my room, I close my eyes, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. Gratitude washes over me for the sacrifices my parents make, their love a steady beacon in the darkness. I find comfort in their whispered conversations, knowing that even in the face of uncertainty, we are bound together by a love that knows no bounds.