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Sarah Williams looked with tired eyes through the window. She had been awake for three nights in a row, and there was no excuse for it. She simply couldn't sleep. She raised the mug of coffee to her lips, drinking the sweetened liquid slowly. It had been her fifth cup of the night. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 2:15 in the morning; early for Sarah. She never slept around this time of year. It was late spring, and tonight, as soon as it had struck midnight, it was their anniversary. Sarah had never forgotten, not in ten-years. Now, she had her own home and she was a teacher at the local high school.
Every year, on the same day, she stayed awake for days, simply staring out the window and contemplating. She had no one. She had never had anyone. Since her daring deed, and the defeat of the Goblin King, Sarah had become something of a recluse. She had abandoned her old friends and had kept mostly to herself. Now, ten years later she remembered all of them, Hoggle, Didymus and Ludo. They were the only friends that she thought she would need; especially on a night like this. Sarah turned away from the window, moving towards her small kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee.
She had tried to speak to her friends before, but it seemed that that part of her mind had closed. She had lost the child-like fantasies inside of her; she had grown into a very old woman, very quickly. She was still beautiful; she had been told that many times over by various men who had passed quickly through her life. Her green eyes shone with intelligence normally unknown to her age. She was slender, her complexion always clear. Peaches and cream her step-mother had told her. Sarah had kept her hair shorter now that she was older. It reached her shoulders and was layers. She had bangs that were pulled to one side. Sometimes the dark tresses fell over her eye, giving her an almost mysterious appearance.
Yet all of this meant nothing to Sarah. Her world had become something empty, something that was mere coasting through the day-to-day ritual. Closing her eyes again as she sipped on her fresh cup of coffee she could see them. Hoggle jumping from the gate, landing on top of the large machine that had threatened to decapitate them, Didymus swinging his sword around like a mad man. And Ludo, precious, lovely Ludo. He had loved her with all of his heart, asking nothing in return. Sarah hugged herself with one arm, wishing that she could feel his warm fur against her skin again. She wished that she could feel his tight, choking bear hug. Tear came to her eyes, forcing her to sit down for just a moment. She chided herself for being so silly. But she still believed that it was real, with all of heart. But adults don't have adventures. They pay bills, grow older, and older. They work, little play, they do not dream of fantastic characters and old loves that wore tights and pirate shirts. "So much for promises." She whispered quietly. Sarah sighed and shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
She looked around, trying to bring herself back to the reality of her life. His eyes still plagued her, no matter how she tried to pull away. He would never be hers. He had wanted only victory, and she had wanted love. Yet she still couldn't help but wonder, what if? What if she had said yes? What if she had simply given it all up, given up reality for her own fairy tale? Would she be happy? Too many questions Sarah, you'll give yourself an aneurism. Sarah smirked and shook her head. She took another sip of her coffee and continued to look around her small home. It was something to be proud of, something full of color and wonder, even if she didn't feel as though her world had color.
Her home was on the outskirts of the small town she had moved to after college. It was a beautiful little cottage, small, but it suited Sarah's needs quite well. It had two bedrooms, one she used for an office, a small cellar for preservatives, a nice kitchen and a small dining room. The living room was decorated in light blues and gold. The couch was a powder blue, the carpets an almost white blue. She had satin gold curtains and the walls were dark blue with cherubs for trim next to the ceiling. She had flowers on the mantle, always fresh. It was the one luxury she allowed herself on a teacher's salary. Her bedroom was green and white. White carpet, light green walls, her bedspread was a tie dye concoction of several different shades of green. She had white furniture, night stands and a dresser. She had a mirror on her wall, etchings of lilies all around the perimeter. It was one of her favorite pieces of furniture.
Sarah had found the mirror in a flea market when she had first moved to the small town. It had caught her attention immediately. After haggling over the price for more than twenty minutes, she had walked away with a brilliant smile on her face and twenty-five dollars less from her wallet. It had been more than worth it. Every time Sarah looked into the mirror she felt like her fifteen year old self again. She could see the bright shining eyes, filled with fantasies and full of life. She could see herself playacting, as she had in the park the day that she had been taken away from her family for those thirteen hours. Sarah stood before the mirror again, looking at her reflection. The strongest urge then overtook her then. Sarah took a deep breath and stepped closer to the mirror.
"I need you Hoggle, more than anything," She felt a tear slip from her bleak grey eyes. "I need you now."
It started to rain outside.
A/N: My second story! I have been thinking on a new premise for ages! New idea's and new everything. I put a different spin on Sarah, not quite depressing, but horribly normal! I thank all of you who read my work already, and who will read this and perhaps review! It is ever so lovely when I get reviews! - MB