Title: Without You
Movie: Labyrinth
Author: Beloved Slayer
Rating: K+
Summary: Coming to terms with her newly discovered feelings, Sarah writes a letter to Jareth, hoping for forgiveness. One-shot.
Author's Notes: There's really nothing to this. This short ficlet takes place three years later after the events of Labyrinth. Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
Chapter One
She peers out into the window, crestfallen. Thunder could be heard within the distance, but she remained still. Moments later, she shifts her eyes to focus on the pale ivory parchment before her, shoulders slumping, eyes weary. She uncaps the pen, preparing to write the words that she fought desperately to withhold.
Jareth,
Three years. Three long years. And yet, to my dismay, you never appeared again. Not since that night have I seen those mismatched eyes of yours. I miss them. For what it's worth, for the pain that I had caused, I am truly sorry. My intention was never to hurt you. But I was young; I couldn't understand what you were offering then; for I had never known what love was. If we should ever meet again, I hope in your heart of hearts that somehow, you'll forgive me.
I'm sorry that I had underestimated you. Under that cold exterior, I had never believed that you carried a fragile heart. But years have passed and now I know that it had been wrong of me to misjudge you.
I didn't love you then, but I love you now. My words will probably fall on deaf ears, but I don't care. It took thirty-six months for me to finally fall in love with you. Though with each passing day of not seeing you, my hope for that love to be reciprocated continues to diminish.
But whatever it takes, I'll be waiting. I'll wait my entire life for the chance to be with you, Goblin King, and to make up for all of the wrong that I had caused. I'll cross my fingers, and my heart will continue to beat with hope until there's none left.
If I could, I would cross the seven seas for you. Even to the day when I take my final breath, I'll be here, waiting to be in your arms.
Yours forever,
Sarah.
She slips the letter under the table lamp before rubbing her eyes and saying goodnight to the world.
Hours later, when she fell into heavy slumber, an owl was perching itself near the window, watching the sleeping form with quiet adulation before brashly entering the darkened room. A moment later, it swooped down to retrieve the letter that she had written… flying off into the stillness of night.