A/N: I'm sure this has been done one thousand an a half times, but hey here it is anyways. Theme for this Fic. Miyavi's Senor Senora Senorita, don't ask me why….
Sarah was standing off to the side of the alter, watching her best friend get married. The groom, Jack was standing at the alter shifting from one foot to the other, unintentionally wrinkling the pant legs of his tuxedo, as he waited for his bride to appear.
He didn't have to wait much longer, as she appeared in the doorway. Isabelle was a vision in white, He veil came down to her stomach in front and was nearly as long as her train behind her. Her black hair was done up in a ballerina bun underneath the veil with a few tendrils hanging down from it. He dress was strapless and had a corset, though the gods knew she didn't need one. Threaded in silver on the front there was a beautiful barn owl sewn with such expertise it looked almost alive. The design of branches flowed around the rest of the dress and the base of a tree was on her train. She was a masterpiece on white stiletto heels. Her father beside her looked like he could not be prouder if he tried. Sarah glanced down at her own dress, a miniature of her friends, and nowhere near as beautiful. Still it was a nice dress, and Isabelle's father had spared no expense to make sure that the bridesmaids got to keep the dresses. It was an odd day for a wedding in Sarah's opinion. The weather was beautiful and the leaves were a brilliant scarlet and had started to fall, but it was also the anniversary of that night. The night she gave up a chance at her dreams for her brother, and though she never regretted it, she always wondered, what if she had chosen door number two? Jareth himself had been everything she had ever imagined him to be, cruel with a soft-spot for her, it was terribly romantic. But it had all been a ploy to get her to leave her brother, and that truth saddened her beyond proper reason. I guess heart brake is to be expected when you find out your perfect man is just acting. Suddenly remembering that she was at a wedding Sarah tuned back in trying to push all thoughts of Jareth to the back of her mind. As the preist droned on Sarah was just about to wander again when she heard a phrase that made her blood run cold. "To love honor and obey…." Love, honor, obey….Those three words danced around her head followed by a ghostly voice from six years prior.
Just fear me, love me do as I say and I will be your slave.
A final plea.
Falling, falling in love…And a song sang to keep her past the time limit, that was why he sang it right? That was the reason he's sung it. It had to have been. She worked hard to try and convince herself of this, and it wasn't until she'd gotten home, hours later that what she'd done hit her full force, realization washed over her like a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. Somewhere along the line, it had stopped being about Toby, and she missed it. How could she have missed it?
Sarah cried herself to sleep that night, and many other nights after mourning for what could have, and should have been.
A/N: Well that's it, tell me what you think, I realize that I'm only and Ok writer so any constructive critism is welcome and flames will be taken into consideration.