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Sarah sat in front of her wardrobe mirror, brushing her rich coffee-colored hair, an upset look on her face. She wore a wedding dress, the silk gown looking strikingly like the one she wore in her drug-induced ball gown dream, its lacy frills making her now grown-up figure stand out. She suddenly stopped and put the brush down in frustration, sighing as she leaned back in her chair.
"I just don't know," she spoke to herself or some unseen presence..
"Don't know what, Sarah?" The voice seemed to come from the mirror.
"What I'm going to do," she replied, crossing her arms.
"But don't you love him?"
"Oh, Hoggle, I don't know who I love." She looked up at the mirror, Hoggle's face in it, seeming to be sitting on her bed.
"But why are you getting married, then?"
"I don't know. I guess cause he asked me? I mean, nobody's EVER liked me before. And when he proposed, I just-," she trailed off.
"Oh, Sarah, you shouldn't marry someone just because they asked you."
"How would you know, Hoggle? You couldn't understand," she snapped. Hoggle seemed to shrink back, a hurt look in his eyes as he played sadly with the plastic bracelet around his wrist.
"Sorry , Sarah, I didn't mean to make you mad." Sarah sighed as her face relaxed.
"I'm sorry, Hoggle, I didn't mean to snap. It is just that I'm very troubled right now over what exactly to do." Hoggle relaxed noticeably and hobbled to Sarah's side, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"The way I see it, Sarah, is that you can either go through with the marriage, or break his heart and wait for true love, which may or may not come." Sarah nodded slowly and covered her face with her hands.
"It is just so overwhelming. On one side, I want to be married and he seems like a pretty nice guy. On the other hand, however, pretty nice may not be good enough for me to spend the rest of my life with. Plus, recently, I've been having these strange dreams."
"What sort of dreams?" Hoggle looked worried.
"Just dreams. But never mind that, I need to decide what to do. The wedding's in a week."
"I see. I'll leave you alone right now to think things through. I have some business to attend to. Good luck, Sarah." With that, Hoggle's reflection in the mirror shimmered and disappeared. Sarah shook her head and walked to her bed, throwing herself upon it.
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Hoggle appeared at Jareth's castle, pushing the doors open hurriedly. He stomped into the throne room, Jareth's head lifting instantly from a crystal he held and looking mock surprised at Hoggle's impatient look.
"Why, hello, Hoggle. I didn't expect to see you anytime soon. Tell me, what exactly are you doing here?" Jareth's smooth voice echoed through the room. The crystal vanished in his hand and he sat upright, his surprised look fading to an inquiring one.
"Tell me, your highness, what exactly are these dreams you've been sending Sarah?"
"What ever do you mean, Hoggle old boy?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Sarah wouldn't tell me, but I know you have something to do with it."
"Hoggle, Hoggle, Hoggle. I know you're very protective of dear Sarah, but to go so far as to barge into my palace and accuse me of a crime? I'm surprised of you." Jareth now wore an attractive innocently smug smile.
"I'm sorry, your highness. But still I know you're hiding something." Jareth tilted his head thoughtfully before speaking.
"Even if I was sending Sarah dreams, you think I'd tell you?"
Hoggle looked very mad before he smiled sarcastically.
"I see. Well, just to let you know, Sarah already has enough stress. She doesn't need any more from you." Hoggle hobbled out in a huff.
Jareth's smile faded instantly as Hoggle left. The crystal appeared on his fingertips once more, and he turned his attention to Sarah's form within.
"I know that, of course. But it will not stop me from trying to help her make the most important decision of her life."
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Sarah sat in front of her wardrobe mirror, brushing her rich coffee-colored hair, an upset look on her face. She wore a wedding dress, the silk gown looking strikingly like the one she wore in her drug-induced ball gown dream, its lacy frills making her now grown-up figure stand out. She suddenly stopped and put the brush down in frustration, sighing as she leaned back in her chair.
"I just don't know," she spoke to herself or some unseen presence..
"Don't know what, Sarah?" The voice seemed to come from the mirror.
"What I'm going to do," she replied, crossing her arms.
"But don't you love him?"
"Oh, Hoggle, I don't know who I love." She looked up at the mirror, Hoggle's face in it, seeming to be sitting on her bed.
"But why are you getting married, then?"
"I don't know. I guess cause he asked me? I mean, nobody's EVER liked me before. And when he proposed, I just-," she trailed off.
"Oh, Sarah, you shouldn't marry someone just because they asked you."
"How would you know, Hoggle? You couldn't understand," she snapped. Hoggle seemed to shrink back, a hurt look in his eyes as he played sadly with the plastic bracelet around his wrist.
"Sorry , Sarah, I didn't mean to make you mad." Sarah sighed as her face relaxed.
"I'm sorry, Hoggle, I didn't mean to snap. It is just that I'm very troubled right now over what exactly to do." Hoggle relaxed noticeably and hobbled to Sarah's side, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"The way I see it, Sarah, is that you can either go through with the marriage, or break his heart and wait for true love, which may or may not come." Sarah nodded slowly and covered her face with her hands.
"It is just so overwhelming. On one side, I want to be married and he seems like a pretty nice guy. On the other hand, however, pretty nice may not be good enough for me to spend the rest of my life with. Plus, recently, I've been having these strange dreams."
"What sort of dreams?" Hoggle looked worried.
"Just dreams. But never mind that, I need to decide what to do. The wedding's in a week."
"I see. I'll leave you alone right now to think things through. I have some business to attend to. Good luck, Sarah." With that, Hoggle's reflection in the mirror shimmered and disappeared. Sarah shook her head and walked to her bed, throwing herself upon it.
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Hoggle appeared at Jareth's castle, pushing the doors open hurriedly. He stomped into the throne room, Jareth's head lifting instantly from a crystal he held and looking mock surprised at Hoggle's impatient look.
"Why, hello, Hoggle. I didn't expect to see you anytime soon. Tell me, what exactly are you doing here?" Jareth's smooth voice echoed through the room. The crystal vanished in his hand and he sat upright, his surprised look fading to an inquiring one.
"Tell me, your highness, what exactly are these dreams you've been sending Sarah?"
"What ever do you mean, Hoggle old boy?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Sarah wouldn't tell me, but I know you have something to do with it."
"Hoggle, Hoggle, Hoggle. I know you're very protective of dear Sarah, but to go so far as to barge into my palace and accuse me of a crime? I'm surprised of you." Jareth now wore an attractive innocently smug smile.
"I'm sorry, your highness. But still I know you're hiding something." Jareth tilted his head thoughtfully before speaking.
"Even if I was sending Sarah dreams, you think I'd tell you?"
Hoggle looked very mad before he smiled sarcastically.
"I see. Well, just to let you know, Sarah already has enough stress. She doesn't need any more from you." Hoggle hobbled out in a huff.
Jareth's smile faded instantly as Hoggle left. The crystal appeared on his fingertips once more, and he turned his attention to Sarah's form within.
"I know that, of course. But it will not stop me from trying to help her make the most important decision of her life."