"Jareth, how old are you?"
Her random question filled the silence, her hand playing with the blade of grass she had plucked from the earth. She glanced at him, trying to calculate his age by the weather up on his features.
"My dearest, you will never figure my age like that," He laughed at her appraisal of him, flinging a rock towards the lake before them. "And I am unlikely to tell you, as I don't remember."
Sarah laughed under her breath, "You don't remember? How is that possible? Everyone remembers their age."
"I've lived countless lifetimes, and have seen worlds come and go," he tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. "After time you tend to forget."
She sat in silence, contemplating his answer, countless lifetimes? She didn't understand how a being, any being could live that long, magical or not.
"You'll come to understand, when you become Fae."
"Excuse me?"
"Sarah, you can't think that I will let you age and eventually leave me, do you?" Pulling her close, "I couldn't weather a single lifetime without you, let alone several."
He noticed that she had developed a sudden fascination with her sandals, "Did you? Sarah you do want to stay with me, don't you?"
Her heart lifted slightly with the anxiety in his voice, "It's just a bit scary, to live forever."
"It's only forever," he pulled her palm to his lips, "It's not long at all."
She laughed at the line that had come to be a bit of a cliche for them, he always uttered it to her when they would have to be apart, but this time it had taken on a whole new meaning. She began to wonder what she would see in an eternity with him, how the world would change, would it bother her to see her family go and not be going with them?
She felt his gaze on her and realized that he was waiting on her consent. Or denial, whatever answer that would seal their fates.
"You know, I have always wondered how this world would end."