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╰┈➤ Nemophilist
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˚ · . The one who loves the forest; it's beauty and it's solitude.
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Y/N L/N has lead a typically interesting life.
She finds herself in and out of facilities, in and out of different therapy offices, yet no one seems to know what's wrong with her.
But when she starts having odd dreams and relating more and more to the local murderers, she finds herself in a peculiar situation.
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As Y/N and Jack trudged through the forest, the thick canopy overhead filtered the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The sound of their footsteps on the forest floor echoed in the otherwise silent woods. Despite the ominous nature of their surroundings, Y/N felt a strange sense of calm being there with Jack.
"Jeez, Jack," Y/N hummed playfully, breaking the silence. She glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "We've been walking forever. You must really like the woods?"
Jack turned his head slightly, his expression hidden behind his mask, but she could sense a lightness in his demeanor. "You could say I'm a nemophilist," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"A what?" Y/N tilted her head in confusion, her brow furrowing. The unfamiliar word caught her off guard. She gave a dry laugh. "Didn't expect you to pull out the college words."
Jack's shoulders shook with a laugh of his own, a rare sound that softened the air between them. "Maybe you're too dumb to understand my big words," he teased, shrugging casually as if it was no big deal.
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. "Oh, please. I'll have you know I'm smarter than I look."
"Debatable," Jack shot back, his tone playful.
Jack moves as the light turns green. "You know, if there's one book I haven't read, it's Emma by Jane."
"No way."
Jack nods. "I'm more on a Kafka vibe now."
"Oh?"
"I'm reading Letters to Milena."
"You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love." He quotes dramatically.
Jack smiles. "It's beautiful. How can he have such a vision of life and be so devastatingly in love with her? It's art."
"Definitely a favourite of mine. It's so... pure, so raw. It explains what love is, I think. It's such a vague concept."
Jack shrugs. "I don't think you can take his letters as a definition of love. Only you know what it means. Because everyone loves differently."
Zach takes in his words. "I see." He hums. "So, to know what love is, one has to be loved."
"Not necessarily. You can look at your parents and see that they love each other. Or a random old couple in the park. The love is there. But it's different from everyone else's."
He nods slowly. "What's love to you?"
"I'll let you figure that one out yourself." Jack smiles softly. "Maybe one day I'll tell you." He shrugs.
Zach whines. "Ugh, don't be mysterious." They chuckle as Jack parks the car in front of the coffee shop.
Jack turns it off. "I'm letting you explore the mystery because I don't know what love is, just yet." He moves to hold his hand. "Not that it means with you, at least."
The brunet feels his lips contort into a smile. "That was so cheesy." He chuckles.
He rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to be romantic here." He squeezes his hand.