Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, because if I did, believe me, David Bowie would show more skin and Sarah would have married Jareth! Most of the story is in Sarah's point of view. Like what is below.

Life is difficult and life is curl, but every life has a sliver lining. Here is mine……..

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Dear Diary,

I should have know that He would not forget, because I could not forget Him. I rejected His advances and my heart has paid for it every day since. The life I lived before that faithful day that I traveled the labyrinth has been lifeless, gray and depressing the sheer ordinariness' of it. My life is empty without the magic that I experienced those few hours.

'Damn it I am late again'! I raced thru the office building in a hurry to get to my station before my boss got there.

'That dreadful man will mostly look down my shirt again when he thinks I am not looking……..' Sometimes I wish I could just quit this damn job. But I have bills to pay and things to feed. I grimaced at the thought of the constant crying and moodiness if Jareth so much as missed a meal.

I know its sad, I named my cat after the fictional character of my childhood hopes and dreams. I know it was a dream, but I can't help but wish that He was real. Just to take me away this rat race called life……………

That self centered s.o.b pig that calls himself my boss fucking felt me up today in the mail room! If Jareth, there I said it, Jareth and the Labyrinth where real I would wish that that pig would be dumped if the bog of eternal stench! You know what they say, birds of a feather flock together. Well then he might actually smell better then the cheep aftershave he bathes in.

"you called me sir"? I asked the pig masquerading as a man behind the desk. All the while begging a hole to open up under me and swallow me whole.

"Yes, I did, Sarah was it"? asked the repulsing man.

"yes, sir" I answered with distaste.

"If your late again I might have to fire you." the man glared at me in a way that was supposed to be intimidating.

"No, sir please don't" I begged all the while disgusted with myself.

"well, I am sure something could be arranged". the man said with a leer on his face and poorly masked lust in his betty eyes.

I shivered and slowly nodded my head, cursing my damn cat for his picky taste in food.

"Well, then you wouldn't mind to accompany me on my business trip."

Even if it was phrased in a question I knew it was an order. Or lose my job.

"No, sir."

"I will have my secretary bring you the plan ticket tomorrow" he gave me a look that said I was demised.

I quickly rushed out of the office all the way knowing that that man was watching my ass as I walked or rather speed walked out of the room.

Thank, goodness I am home now. Well as home as this crappy apartment can get. I sighed with relief as collapsed on my overstuffed couch. Closing my eyes I relished in the safety feeling that only a welcoming atmosphere can give.

I was shocked out of my daze as I felt a weight settle upon my lap. I opened my eyes to look in the bi-colored eyes of my Turkish Angora cat. I don't think I have ever felt happier to hold that cat. I started to cry before I even knew I was crying. All the while Jareth the Second giving me the comfort that only a furry animal friend can give.

What Sarah didn't know is that all these years the Goblin King had not forgotten the girl that stole his heart and defeated his Labyrinth, but was quietly abiding his time. Waiting and watching her, sometimes thru her window or thru a crystal, he was always watching just waiting for the perfect time to sweep her off her feet and to his castle.

This is my first story, so tell me what I need to add or change or even continue. lol :D

-Sinner