Lily
We kissed Oh god...we kissed....
I couldn’t stop replaying it in my mind. How his lips felt on mine, like they belonged there, like I had been waiting for it without even knowing. But now that it had happened, everything felt... strange. Confusing.
It had been natural—so natural—that it scared me.My heart was a whirlwind of emotions. Do I love him? The question felt like a weight pressing down on me, too heavy for me to bear. I wanted to say yes, to believe it, but how could I? We both belong to different worlds. And yet, something deep inside me whispered the truth: I think I do.
Eventually, sleep claimed me, but when I woke, the weight of the night’s events was still there, lingering, impossible to shake off.
Morning light crept through the window, but instead of the warmth it usually brought, it felt cold. I thought of last night and felt a flush spread across my cheeks. I pressed my fingers to my lips, the memory of him so real it almost hurt.
As I stood to get dressed, I tried to focus on the normalcy of my morning routine—brushing my hair, splashing water on my face. But my mind kept drifting back to him. To Callan.
And then there was a knock at the door.
I opened it to find Callan’s mother standing there, her eyes gentle but carrying a weight I hadn’t anticipated.
“We’ve found a way to send you home,” she said softly, her words sinking into me like stones.
Home.
The word hit me harder than I expected. The reality of it. My chest tightened, my throat constricting as I struggled to breathe. She continued, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears.
“You need to leave tomorrow,” she said. “It’s the only way. If you don’t, it might take another year before you can return home.”
Tomorrow. I had to leave tomorrow.
I nodded, but it felt like my heart was being torn from my chest. I wanted to protest, to scream, to tell her I couldn’t. But I didn’t have the words. She was right. My family—my real family—was waiting for me. They were terrified. I hadn’t been gone for long, but the thought of never seeing them again, of leaving this world behind...
I was torn in two.
She smiled gently, placing a hand on my arm. “It’s time, Lily. You’ve been a part of this world for a short while, but your place is in your own world now.”
Her words were comforting, but they didn’t make it easier.
When she left, I sat by the window, staring at the horizon. The village bustled in the distance, its sounds faint but familiar now.
I wasn’t supposed to stay here, and yet the thought of leaving was unbearable. Why now god, of all times? Why, after last night....
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I spent the day saying goodbye to the people of the village, trying to hold it together as I moved from one face to the next. Bree was the first to notice.
“You’re leaving tomorrow?” she asked, her voice small.
I nodded.
Her eyes softened, and for a moment, I could see the sadness in them, but she smiled bravely. “It’s been a pleasure having you here.”
I tried to smile back, but it felt like something inside me was breaking.
As I walked through the village, I felt the weight of every goodbye. It wasn’t just leaving the village behind. It was leaving a part of myself here, leaving behind a world that had become real to me, a world I didn’t want to leave.
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His Island,My Heart (Completed)
Roman d'amour"You don't belong here," he murmured, his voice rough, yet his hand was gentle as it traced the edge of my face. "But somehow, I don't want you anywhere else."
