The Letter
Summary: ONE-SHOT. Sarah writes a letter to the Goblin King and realizes what it is she feels for him.
I was only fifteen when I first met you.
What was I supposed to think? You were charming. Handsome. Powerful. And you were also the villain. Heroes aren't supposed to pity the villain. They're not supposed to regret the villain's defeat. They're not supposed to want to see those they conquered again. So why was I looking out of my window for you? Why did I sit in front of my mirror – the one that acts like a portal to the Underground – and hope that you would appear in it?
But you have no power over me.
At least you didn't.
Now I'm not so sure. If you said the same words to me again ("Fear me. Love me. Do as I say…"), I'm not sure what my answer would be.
I got what I wanted. I got back Toby. So why this emptiness? Why does it still feel something is missing?
You took something from me in those ten hours I was in the Labyrinth for. Or maybe I gave something to you.
You have no power over me.
I cringe thinking about those words. They echo in my mind – reminders of my victory. Reminders of my defeat.
It's only now – three years after the Labyrinth – that I've begun to realize everything the Labyrinth meant and how it helped to shape me.
I owe you so much.
You offered me my dreams, and you gave them to me, though not in the form of a crystal but rather the form of an adventure.
My Aboveground life seems very mundane after that.
I'm not really sure why I'm writing this. You don't deserve to be reminded of your defeat. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for a lot of things, but I think those final words I said to you are the ones I will regret the most.
Goblin King, you do have power over me.
You were generous.
You did everything I wanted ("I have turned the world upside-down, and I have done it all for you…").
Jareth, I think I love you.
This is the first and last time I will ever say those words. Even now I can feel the life slipping away from me. The doctors whisper I have only minutes left.
I did not want you to see me like this, so I didn't call you ("I wish the goblins would come and take me away…"), but I wanted to tell you these things.
I only wish I had realized sooner.
The ink is running down the paper now – I think it's from my tears.
This letter will be the last thing I ever give to you. The first was my heart.
All I ask for now in return is forgiveness.
The clock is striking midnight. I have said all I have time to say. Good-bye, Jareth.
I love you.
-Sarah
A/N: This was something I wrote way too late at night, but decided to post it anyway. I'll probably look back on this in the morning and wonder what the heck I was thinking…
To clear up a few points: Sarah is writing a letter to Jareth, and while she is writing, she realizes what she feels for him. She is also dying (though I'm not sure what the cause of her death is), so the letter is sort of bittersweet. I don't normally write things quite so depressing, but, as I said, it's late and my muse (that I can never find for my other story) has taken over my mind and spat this out. Okay, I think I'm done blabbering for now…
Disclaimer: Labyrinth is not owned in any part by me.