37 Chapter 37 Telling His Dad About The Dream (2/2)

”The woman in charge was very polite, but I told her I didn't want to leave. She was just as beautiful as the island.”

Joseph stiffened and looked at his dad in surprise. ”It was Sylva! It was the same island! How is that possible? My two lives were from different worlds! How could the island be in both?”

His dad looked at him in confusion, but Stella was silent. Shavist! What was going on in his head? Concentrate!

”Sylva wasn't happy, but she was even s.e.xier when she was mad. I was too old for her, 70 years old, and knew that it would never work out, but I had hurt everywhere before I was on that island. Every since I was a child. My dreams had been tormented by the things I'd seen over the years, and while I was on that island, they were gone.”

”She told me that the island was only meant for rest, that it wasn't meant to be lived on. When I told her I didn't care, she told me that my life would be shortened.”

Joseph chuckled at the memory of that.

”She wasn't sure what to do when I told her okay. And when I asked if she needed more money for me to stay, she said no, as if she didn't care about money. When she told me that I would die, all I could think about was how pretty she was. If only I had met her when I was younger.” Joseph laughed at that.

”Of course, if I was younger, she would be too. It wouldn't have worked out. When I offered to let her throw my body into the lagoon to feed the fish, she said she couldn't do that. I understood that would probably freak out future guests, so I told her she could cremate me instead and use my ashes to fertilize the beautiful plants. I liked this place and was willing to stay.”

He paused after that. The next part was interesting, as he remembered it. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell them about her next words.

She had said, ”Mortal I am tired of...”

But he had interrupted her with, ”I am more tired.”

”But magic is involved, of which you cannot begin to comprehend.”

It had been such a silly statement at the time, but having looked over the brilliant forest of the island, and back at her, it was only more important to him to stay. Before he had come to the island, he would have laughed at the thought of magic, but it wasn't just the flowers and the trees. Fresh air wouldn't have made his back stop hurting. Sleeping in a bed to the sound of wild birds wouldn't make the nightmares go away.

”That's fine, he had said.

She was taken aback. Supposedly, the concept of magic was supposed to dissuade him.

”Care to join me for a drink by the lagoon?” he asked, offering an arm.

Her cute little mouth opened and closed several times before she turned and stomped away. Even her b.u.t.t was gorgeous.

He hadn't seen her again, but they stopped trying to get him to leave. He had died a week later, happier than he had ever been before.

Turning to his father with a happy grin, ”Thank you father, you're right. I did need to talk about that.”

Nodding, his father allowed him to slide out of his lap, confused at the end. There was more to the story, but he seemed content not to hear the rest. Joseph was no longer depressed and fearful. That was the goal he had, and it was accomplished.

Joseph was glad his father cared so much for him. This life was so much better than any other had been.

x.x.xxX

Stella followed behind Joseph as he all but skipped back to his carriage. She was a little curious about his retelling of the event. She remembered it in great detail, and Sylva was convinced there were far more lewd comments then the boy in front of them had shared. Perhaps he held back because he was in front of his dad?

The fact that he seemed so happy at having another memory with her, was a little disturbing. Sylva wasn't interested in having a love interest in a human, despite the fact that Stella was mostly human. The thought of having a relations.h.i.+p with him was so foreign it never occurred to her. He was the one who gave her hope, a reason to keep living, and someone who cared about her more than just a money maker, or piece of property to be controlled. Even Sylva grudgingly agreed that he was worth the effort in light of the life Stella had lived up to this point.

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