AN-thank you for the comments, please keep them comming as i do read them and they do help! I have no idea where this story is going im just writing what comes to mind but i will tell you, there will be lemons later in the story ;)
Sarah grasped the small book in her hand, her knuckles turning white- she knew exactly what it was but wondered why it was still in her possession…didn't she dispose of it when she was packing?
She turned it over in her hand, was she going to look at it? Her heart was pounding-
well, maybe just a quick peek…
Sarah sprawled out on her bed and opened the book, each page was like a spark that fed to the memory of her childhood and left a hunger to keep the flame going. She didn't know how long she read for but after what seemed like a short while she came to the end.
Once finished, Sarah lied there in silence, her brain was moving a mile a minuet but with going in no particular direction, this made her a bit dizzy and she came to the conclusion she needed air. She jumped up from her bed, put on her jeans and white tank top and threw on her black sweater and headed out for a nightly stroll.
He watched her. His eyes never leaving her as she hopped down the front steps from the apartment building, completely unaware that he was there, gazing at her. It thrilled him like nothing else to watch Sarah all innocent briskly walking, to where? He wasn't sure, but he was going to follow her and find out.
Sarah turned the corner, she knew exactly where she was going- to Tabby Cats- the local bar-she needed a drink to take her mind off of things. She swore she had gotten rid of that book after her visit to the underground-the only thing she ever kept from that place was her friends, who she would often call for a visit until she started to grow up…She became busier and busier as the years latched on to her, she called for them less and less until suddenly she wasn't sure if it was truly real, or imaginary-she still found herself every now and then staring in her mirror wishing she would of continued to visit her friends so this dream like existence of them would be real. But there was one more reason that she didn't want to call on her friends after all this time (other than the fact they don't exist and even if they do they would probably despise her, and never want to talk to her again) no, no. This reason terrified and thrilled her, even crept into her head while she was asleep…Jareth. She was 15 at the time of their meeting and at their final goodbye, and here she is 7 years later still thinking about this man who she wasn't even entirely sure if he was real or not.
Sarah rounded the corner again and headed into the bar…she immediately knew something was wrong.