- Back on the isolated island -
The gentle crashing of the waves against the white sands provided a soothing atmosphere compared to the one Kurt and Diana had just left.
Diana was sitting between Kurt's legs with her back pressed against his chest. And Kurt's arms were wrapped securely around her, acting as a safe space for her to hide in.
After roughly twenty minutes, her breathing finally slowed, though her fingers were still restlessly fiddling and intertwining with Kurts's hands.
"You alright, Ana?" he asked quietly.
Diana didn't answer right away. Instead, she slowly lifted one of his hands up to her face and pressed his warm palm against her reddened cheek, tilting her head into his touch.
"I just want to stay like this for a while longer," she whispered as she looked out at the empty horizon.
"Ok. As long as you need."
They sat in a comfortable, soul-healing silence for what felt like hours, letting the ocean breeze wash away the lingering tension of the capital.
