#### ***Y/N's POV***
I hated the way he made me feel.
Jareth had this ability to get under my skin, to make me question everything, including myself. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke in riddles—it was infuriating. And yet, there was something about him that I couldn't ignore. It was like he was a part of this place, woven into the very fabric of the Labyrinth.
Every time I looked at him, I felt like I was falling deeper into the maze, like the walls were closing in around us, wrapping us in their cold, unrelenting grip. It was suffocating.
But there was something else, too. Something I didn't want to admit, even to myself. A part of me was drawn to him. To the mystery of him. To the danger.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I couldn't afford to let myself get distracted. Not now.
The path ahead twisted and turned, the stone walls stretching endlessly in both directions. I could hear the faint echoes of something in the distance—whispers, maybe? Or was it just the wind? It was hard to tell in this place. The Labyrinth played tricks on your mind, making you question everything.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice breaking the heavy silence.
Jareth glanced at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "We're following the path, of course."
I rolled my eyes. "I gathered that. But where does it lead?"
He smiled, that same infuriatingly cryptic smile he always gave me. "That depends. Where do you want it to lead?"
"I want to get out of here," I said, exasperated.
Jareth chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "Ah, but that's the problem, isn't it? The Labyrinth doesn't let go so easily."
I frowned, trying to make sense of his words. "So, what am I supposed to do? Just wander around here forever?"
His expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained unreadable. "The Labyrinth isn't just a maze, Y/N. It's a journey. A journey that will change you, if you let it."
I looked away, my mind spinning. I didn't want to change. I just wanted to go home.
But deep down, I knew that home wasn't the same place it had been before. And maybe, just maybe, I didn't want to be the same person, either.
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