Sarah hadn't been sleeping well. She knew what she had witnessed. Knew the truth deep down. But as she got up every morning and went through her day the memory grew more and more inconceivable. Still she would not let the truth escape her. Deep down she knew. She knew he cared and that he had lied to her—for what inscrutable reason she could only speculate. And most importantly she had subjected him to one last test of spirit before she left him alone in his castle. He had passed the test and proved his true nature to her even in the midst of denial-she wasn't about to let this comfort escape her.
Lately, she had also noticed how strange baubles kept showing up in the tree outside her window. When she saw them she was both torn and grateful. Knowing there was only one person who could have left such tokens, she sighed and wondered what it was that kept them apart.
The moon was full and Sarah was reading near her bed. She heard a noise at the window. She got up to investigate, her palms sweating with bewilderment. She didn't want to go mad from poorly projected hope. At the same time she couldn't help but wonder if it were him. Her heart raced silently as she peered over the sill into the tree.
There on a branch sat an owl.
It was Jareth.
Her face barely betraying the emotions within, she deftly opened the latch on the window. Mute she stood in wonder as the Goblin King glitter-poofed right before her eyes.
He stood there a moment unmoving in his goblin regal.
Sarah's mouth dropped and her eyes grew wide. Then she quickly put a finger up as if to forestall any comment from the awaiting monarch.
"I…I…just have to do this. Please, no judging…"
He looked at her quizzically before realizing she was about to faint. At least that's sort of what it seemed like. Before he could stop her, she was curled up right next to his ankle with her cheek pressing on the ground.
"I can't believe you came," she peeped in little more than a whisper as a hand reached out gingerly to touch the tip of his boot, afraid it might be a chimera after all. Nope, not a chimera. Her fingers felt the solid leather with miraculous relief. She nestled her forehead closer into his ankle and made a pitiable whimper.
"Is this soft and gooey enough for you, Jareth?" she mumbled plaintively as he bent over to help her back to her feet. She accepted his help with gratitude, coming to herself when she realized she was standing and he hadn't let go of her. Taking a long look into his eyes and finding love in them, she allowed herself to fold into his chest, his embrace tightening around her.
Eventually, the two found their way to her bed and sat, neither willing to release the other.