His Island,My Heart (Completed)

his island, my heart

                              lily

I step into my room, the door clicking softly behind me, but it doesn’t drown out the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. I could stay with him. I could have him here, now, after everything, after a year of living with the hope of one day seeing him again. But even as the possibility flickers in front of me, I know I need space. I need time to think. To breathe.

This feels like a dream. A beautiful, impossible dream. Callan. Callan. The man who’s somehow made his way from his world to mine, to be with me. To find me. I still can’t wrap my mind around it. How can this be real? How can we be real?

My thoughts spiral into a mixture of fear and wonder. Two worlds, so far apart, clashing together in a way that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. How can this work? How can I even begin to make it work when nothing about this situation makes sense?

How can he fit into my life? And how can I fit into his? We come from two worlds so different that I don’t even know if I can bridge the gap between them. Everything that’s been impossible before suddenly feels too close, too real, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.

I sigh and sit down on the edge of my bed, resting my head in my hands. I thought I’d figured things out. I thought I’d convinced myself that maybe I was okay with how things had been. But now… now it’s all crashing down in front of me. Everything’s changing. Everything’s uncertain.

And then, I see it—through the window.

Callan.

Callan was still there, standing in the cold just outside my gate. His tall figure was rigid, his hands shoved into his pockets as if he were trying to keep himself warm. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t leaving.

A pang shot through my chest, sharp and unrelenting.

Why? Why was he still out there?

My breath hitched as the answer settled over me like a heavy blanket.

Because he didn’t want to leave me.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I stepped back from the window. Suddenly, the fear, the doubts, the questions—they didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

If he was willing to stand there, freezing and waiting, how could I ever let him go?

I stand without thinking, rushing to the window, and my heart aches. He’s been standing out there for so long—too long—and I can’t help but feel responsible. I can’t let him be out there, not in the cold, not when all I want to do is pull him inside. To keep him safe. To keep him close.

But even more than that, I realize something else.

I can’t live in a world where he’s not part of it. I don’t care about the differences between our worlds anymore. I don’t care about the uncertainty or the fear. What matters is that he’s here. He’s here for me.

And if he’s willing to fight for us, then I will too. No matter what.

Without thinking, I move quickly, slipping on my shoes and hurrying down the stairs. I reach the front door and open it without hesitation, the cool night air rushing in to greet me.

“Callan…” My voice trembles, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except the man standing in front of me. “You should go back to your hotel. You don’t need to be out here.”

He looks at me, his gaze intense, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence is thick between us, but in it, I feel everything we’ve left unsaid, everything we’ve been avoiding.