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It had been raining nonstop for two solid weeks. On this particularly gloomy night, Sarah's tears also seemed unending. Depression had locked her inside its blue cage and Sarah could not find the key to unlock it. Her tears had swept it into the flood outside.
Suddenly, she brought her face up from her pillow, and her melancholy turned to rage. She went to her closet and found her memory box, filled with precious knickknacks she couldn't let go of.
Her shaking hands fell upon the love letters. Nothing will separate us. I love you, Sarah. Adrian
She found another: Happy Birthday! I look forward to spending it with you. I love you. Adrian
And another: You are the only woman I will ever love. Adrian
"You lying, cheating bastard!" she cried, tears staining the ink. She tore each letter in her hands, watching the paper fly like prizes from a piñata. She took a dried rose he had made for her and crumpled it into nothing. She searched for more letters and stopped when she came to a familiar red book. It's cover read "LABYRINTH."
She paused, wiping the tears that clouded her vision. The memories of her events in the Labyrinth came back to her, each image clearer than her dark room, each sound louder than the pouring rain. She wanted to go back, to visit everyone, to flee this depression… Then she heard a voice.
"You know, all I wanted was for you to love me."
Sarah turned, her heart in her throat. There stood Jareth with a sweeping black cloak, a face that hadn't aged a day and a small smirk. He continued.
"But you were too young to see it. I tried to let you live your dream fully, for you see, our dream is the same. But you sacrificed what you truly wanted for your brother's safety… as I knew you would do. I knew it when, in that illusion of staircases, you searched frantically for your brother, with a love and concern I had never felt." He looked at her, smiling sadly. "I couldn't live within you. But now… you want to revive that dream?"
"Jareth… it's… it's really you?"
"Of course, my lovely," he said in that soothing tone. "Is that really you? You've matured." His eyes wandered over her chest and thighs, her hourglass figure, and she could feel his gaze like a burn. For some reason, it made her ache with loneliness.
"My dream… it broke. Long ago," she said, shaking her head.
"Into a thousand pieces," he said matter-of-factly. "But we can fix it, Sarah. We can find each shard, and put the dream back together. You can leave this place, and come with me." Jareth felt a buried emotion tug at him, and he stepped towards her, and ran his hand against her cheek.
"You're eyes are the same, but they do not defy me this moment," he said, a sad longing in his eyes that Sarah noticed for this first time. "I've missed you."
"You're words…" she said, intoxicated. "Before… I thought they were just to distract me from Toby. But now—"
"There is nothing I can distract you from," he finished, "except this cold, dark room."
Suddenly, she found herself in his arms, and she liked the comforting embrace, and the smell of leather that he possessed. Before, she had to deny that she loved Jareth. She was too young for her own dream, but now—
"Jareth," Sarah said, seeing the Goblin King in a new light. "Take me with you."
A peculiar expression flittered across Jareth's face: a brief look of doubt and sadness. But he quickly countered it with a smile and whispered into her ear, "That's all you had to say, lovely."