Jack awoke to the gentle caress of the sun's first rays upon his face, the warmth seeping through his closed eyelids. Slowly blinking them open, he found himself surrounded by the lush greenery of the garden, the vibrant hues of flowers painted by the morning light.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jack's lips as he recalled the tender moments shared with Willow, her presence a soothing balm to his soul. She had always been there for him, a beacon of light in his darkest hours.
With a contented sigh, Jack rose from his makeshift bed on the grass, the dew-kissed blades tickling his bare skin. He reached down to retrieve his shirt from where it lay discarded on the ground, the fabric cool against his fingertips as he pulled it on.
As Jack took a leisurely stroll back to his yurt, he
