A/N: I do not own Labyrinth.
She sat, staring out her window. The glass panes were old; they had bubbled and grown distorted. But she didn't care.
She-Sarah Williams-was trapped inside a dream. When declared clinically insane she had been put on house-care. She could wander wherever she wanted, to an extent. But she sat; day after day, staring at her window and whispering something about an owl.
Her nurse didn't get it. Sarah Williams was withering away. She refused to eat, to sleep. She just sat, and stared, and mumbled incoherently about an owl.
She couldn't remember his name-it didn't feel right-she felt she should. Sometimes she would think she saw him and she would place her hands on the glass and open it. He was never there.
One day they find it; a small red book with gold letters-Labyrinth. The embossing has faded and you have to squint to see. But they know, the moment she grabs it from their hands.
She opened the book, afraid that the words will be gone and she will be left with nothing but memories.
I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now. It never worked. She thought that maybe you had to say it out loud, but she had long forgotten her voice.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now." Her voice is tinny, and almost inaudible. By the end of the day she can say it strong.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now." Her voice is strong; she almost shouts it in glee
That night Sarah Williams sleeps.
The next morning she wakes up… and weeps.
He sat, staring intently at his crystal ball. She eyes have softened, but they are vacant, lifeless, no longer the fiery orbs of gray that he had accustomed himself to. But he didn't care.
He-Jareth, Goblin king- trapped inside her heart. The Labyrinth was crumbling, he knew it, and yet, it was better that way. He just sat, day after day, staring at the orb of clear and thinking. I could've had her.
The Labyrinth didn't get it. Its queen had left and its king had given up. The years passed, and slowly it deteriorated. All it heard were distant memories of an owl and a girl.
He had forgotten her name-it didn't feel right- he felt obligated to remember. Sometimes her would sit outside her house, and watch her until she saw him. And then he would leave. She couldn't know.
She read softly to herself, her voice making no sounds but her mind bringing the message across loud and clear. She loved him. She missed him.
I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now. Nothing happens. He makes sure of it.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now." Her voice is barely audible, he doesn't respond. Tells himself he shouldn't. He knows he should.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now." Her voice is stronger this time, and for a moment he thinks he might just answer. And then he remembers and that ruins everything.
He goes to sleep that night.
The next morning he never wakes up.
The Labyrinth knew. The only way to kill an immortal was to refuse them their love. They're incomplete.
That day it rained in the Labyrinth.
The next there was nothing.
And the next.
And the next.
When the flowers bloomed again, the subjects knew.
Sarah Williams was dead.
And Jareth…
It didn't matter.
Years later sounds of laughter can be heard from the castle, though no one has forgotten.
And if you're lucky you can glimpse them. A flash of white and black.
Completion