Soy luna one shots (Eng)

You are my home // Simbar

Hey guys, I just wrote this short Simbar os sitting on my windowsill (hey what a coincidence) bc I got emo from looking outside. I hope you'll enjoy!!

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

You are my home // Simbar
It was her favourite spot in her house. The windowsill. It was quite ironic when you thought about it, actually; she lived in a damn mansion and her favourite spot was the simple white windowsill made out of stone. She could remember the countless nights she would just sit down, put on some music and enjoy the view. And think. It was the perfect space to reflect on the day, and she needed that reflection. She always pretended everything was fine, but truth was that her head was a mess most time. And when she sat down in the evening, pajama on and tired as hell, she would just look outside and smile. She loved the sky because it was different every night. And sometimes she would see some people down on the street, talking about nothing important, but it made her relax; clear her head after a long day. Sometimes the feeling overwhelmed her. She would get overly emotional by just looking outside, and she didn't know why. The peace made her happy. It made everything seem so easy. Like she needed nothing else in life than this.
And now she needed that feeling of peace more than ever; with everything going on she hadn't had the time to sit down and think for a while. The moment she nestled herself against the wall, a tear rolled down her cheek. It was a different kind of sensation this time. She was scared. Scared that she wouldn't be able to sit down and enjoy anymore in the future. Scared that her life would become even more complicated than it already was. The tears wet her cheeks faster than she could process. And she just hugged her legs and looked outside, afraid that her time of enjoying the little things in life had passed.
She didn't notice he walked in. Normally, she would hear him knock, but she was too caught up in her thoughts to notice this time. After waiting at the door for a while, he decided to just enter her room. When he did, he looked around first, confused because she wasn't on her bed or behind her desk as usual. When he saw her he was sure his heart collapsed from pain. It hurt him to see her like this. Broken and nothing like the 'bonita' he knew.
She still hadn't noticed him and was  looking outside through the curtain of her tears. He took a deep breath and approached her slowly. When he was about one metre away from her, he let the air escape his mouth.
At this she did turn around.
"Hi." How could one word be so full of sorrow?
He didn't say anything, he just grabbed a chair and sat down beside her, intertwining his fingers with hers.
He heard her breath hitch.
"The view is beautiful from here," he whispered more to himself than to her.
She nodded as response either way.
After a couple of minutes of silence he opened his mouth again.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this...."
"It's okay." She didn't look him in the eyes and he knew it was because she wasn't okay.
"Ámbar...."
"No." She cut him off immediately and he was taken aback, not expecting such an abrupt answer. She felt guily immediately and looked away.
"I'm sorry, it's just.... I don't want to talk about it."
"I know, just- c'mere."
She turned to face him, not sure what he meant at first but she smiled at the sight of his wide spread arms. The moment she let herself be embraced by his arms, the tears started flowing again. He didn't say anything, but kept stroking her hair gently until she felt all the stress leave her body. The last thing she felt before enjoying her well deserved rest were some soft lips on the top of her head.
Maybe it was okay that the windowsill didn't give her the peace she needed at times. Because he did. He was her lifebuoy and she held on for dear life, knowing he would never let her sink.
The next morning she woke up in her bed, feeling refreshed for the first time in months. When she opened the curtains to greet the bright daylight, the corners of her mouth curled at the sight of a post-it, stuck on the window.
Good morning, bonita. I'm sorry I had to leave, I would much rather have spent the night with you, but we both know your godmother wouldn't have liked that. I'll be  gone with the boys today, but I hope you'll enjoy the sun. Though I have to say it doesn't shine as bright as you. Nothing ever will. I love you x
God, she hated how cheesy he was. And even more, she hated how she, Ámbar Smith, enjoyed his cheesiness with all her being.