A/N: Hey people! This is just a little fluff ball I thought I'd write. No real plot, no real nothing, like most of my work. So there it is. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing. Not even pie. Isn't it sad? :(

She thought she could live without him. She couldn't.

Every night, she saw his face. When she looked in the mirror, he was there. His mismatched eyes staring back at her. That mocking smile playing at his lips. She'd tried to run. Done everything she could think of. Still, everywhere she looked, something reminded her of the Underground. Of him.

It had been too long; she'd tried too hard to forget. There was nothing left.

Two weeks later, a teary-eyed baby brother would find a note on the kitchen table. Only three words. Three words only the boy would ever see. He would slip the scrap of paper in his pocket, and return to his mother and stepfather as they packed his sisters things. He would carry on as if nothing had happened. Because he knew. He knew how she'd suffered. He remembered what she remembered. Her father would never know. Because that's what she would have wanted.

Year after year, day after day, the boy would look at the note, the three words she'd left for him alone to see.

I loved him.

A/N: Ok, I REALLY need reviews here, alright? I'm thinking to write the same sort of thing for Jareth, but I need a yes or no from the reading public. I don't care if all you say is 'yes' or 'no', just PLEASE review! I take suggestions too, for stories. No promises, but I'll do my best. So please? *Puppy dog eyes* I beg on my knees!