"IT'S OVER JARETH! Why won't you leave me alone for once?" Sarah screamed the Goblin King, her fists tightening into balls.

She didn't give a damn who was overhearing her shouts. At this point, she was willing to be anywhere that wasn't near Jareth. Let the police come and drag her away to a jail cell. That would be a million times more pleasant than dealing with Jareth.

He was sitting down on her couch, holding his hands together, and staring off into the distance. Perhaps he had the same thought as well.

"Sarah I-," Jareth began.

"No. Don't. Don't you ever dare start what I think you're going to say."

Jareth's eyes flashed in anger, and he stood up in a rush so quick, the floorboards shook underneath him. Small, electric blue sparks danced on his gloved fingertips. "Well it's true, isn't it Sarah? I'm not the monster you want to believe I am," He leaned his forward, dropping his voice almost to a whisper. "And you're only saying that to make yourself feel better. That's what all humans do. Pushing the blame on someone else."

She jerked her face back, tears stinging her eyes. "I was too young to be with you! Jareth, you should've known that from the beginning. Whatever "love" we had back then was nothing but a teen-driven infatuation caused by you not leaving me alone."

"Don't you believe I tried to pry myself away from you? I waited for you as long as I could, Sarah. I refused all those at court just to be with you, precious," Jareth pleaded, reaching out a hand towards Sarah. "You are the only one for me, Sarah. We are destined to be together and I want this to work. For us, precious."

Sarah stared at his outreached hand, imagining a peach to be in the center of his palm. The image was so vivid, she could've taken the peach, peeling the skin off of it gently.

Her mind then wandered to a poem she had read years ago.

'The Goblin Market' by Christina Rossetti

Why? Why was she thinking of that poem now?

At the time it was amusing - even ironic considering how she had championed the Labyrinth, past all the temptations and offers Jareth gave her.

Long ago, she thought she was like Lizzie. The sister who refused to eat the goblin fruit. Covered in juice and pulp, Sarah ran through Jareth's maze to rescue her brother.

However now, she was Laurie. The fact gutted Sarah to the core of her soul. What a native fool she was. Still stuck in her fairytales.

The taste of peaches, the taste of goblin fruit still lingering in her mouth to this day. Sarah wanted to forget all of this and go back to being the dotting girlfriend. She wanted to, so badly.

But Sarah couldn't. This was the end.

It took all of her strength to turn away, pushing away his hand. Sarah couldn't even bare to look him in the eye at this point. If she did, she would have to see his face. And she feared how he'd stare back at her.

Would he be disappointed? Furious? Somber?

Sarah wouldn't ever know. She kept staring at the floor. Even now, she still feared the Goblin King. He was an otherly being - Sarah was only a mere human.

Still, she was still the champion. And the champion of the infamous Labyrinth of the Goblin King had to have some kind of magical merit, right?

The words left her mouth before she was even aware than she had spoke.

"I'm sorry Jareth, but I can't."

Tears now ran down her cheeks

"Sarah, please." Jareth's voice faltered, desperately trying to win her back.

"Jareth...we're done," Sarah finally raised her head. However, she could only manage to stare at his forehead, only appearing she was looking at Jareth in the eye. "You and I are free from each other. No more nonsense about faith, or how we are supposed to be together forever. We're free."

A small, chortled laugh escaped from Sarah. Even she couldn't believe that her and Jareth were over. So much history and time - all gone within a few moments.

Jareth remained emotionless. His face was expressionless. Almost cold. He still stared at the now laughing Sarah - almost hysterical. He would not touch her.

Sarah wasn't able to control her laughter. It was like pandora's box opening for the first time. All these emotions swarming out of her body, releasing to never feel anything again.

"We're free, Jareth, don't you understand?" Sarah said between the laughter and crying. "No more shouting and fights with each other. You can live your life ruling your kingdom, and I can go on and be a writer. I can finally have my dreams."

Jareth remained still. He was waiting for Sarah to collapse, scream, jump at him. Anything that wasn't this.

"There was this tiny cactus that used to be on my desk. Do you remember? It was on my desk in my room, back at my parents house. I had it for awhile, and it was nice to take of. One time it even bloomed this tiny, tiny pink blossom. That cactus felt almost like my own child. I took care of it and it was being to grow so much," Sarah rambled on, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She felt drained, and her eyes were puffed up from crying so much. God, what a mess she had become.

But Sarah didn't care. She was free as a bird.

"So this cactus, was my child right? One day, after we had this huge fight. God, I can't even fucking remember because it was SO stupid. I was still pissed off at you, Jareth. You just disappeared in the middle of the fight because you couldn't handle it. You couldn't just bare to be wrong for once in your life," She stepped closer to him, anger filling her body slowly.

Jareth remained calm, still waiting to see what would happen to Sarah. It was almost a game at this point. When will it be the breaking point?

"I was angry and I smashed that cactus down with my fist. The poor little cactus didn't do anything. I kept the needles stuck in my fist all afternoon. I left the pieces of the pot and dirt on the floor for weeks. Until Karen finally came in and picked it up." Sarah threw every word at Jareth like a knife.

She wanted nothing more than to feel the pain she had been through. God, she really was a child. This wasn't fair. Not to her, not him.

Sarah wanted this to be over, so she turned away from him, her arms hugging her body.

"Leave."

And he did. Sarah turned around to find nothing left of him. It seemed as if Jareth was never in her life.

Sarah stood there, alone in her living room. She stared at the spot he was. The last, last trace of Jareth she would allow in this moment.

Hours seemed to go by, before Sarah managed to wander to her bed, collapsing on top of pile of blankets. Emotionally drained, she closed her eyes and slept, - thankful to dream of only darkness.