Sarah made no sound, nor did she move. Jareth wasn't surprised, he could feel that life that had slipped away. He backed up and looked down into her face, a single tear escaping his eyes. He had never cried a single time in his life. But now he mourned the loss of his love. He sighed and slowly backed away from Sarah, letting himself fade slowly as her life had.
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That night, Jareth stood out on his balcony once again, looking into the night. He watched the stars twinkling over the Labyrinth while his subjects slept. Then, he looked down at his watch and a sorrowful smile tugged at his mouth. It was time. Like had had done every night since Sarah was fifteen, he walked the halls of his castle to the one place he knew she would be. Sure enough, she was waiting for him, once again twenty-one, looking radiant in her silver gown, a smile on her face. Without words, he met her and swept her up into a dance. He always had. He always would. Here was the one place she'd always be…his dreams. And maybe one night she'd return his love. And maybe one night he wouldn't wake up alone. And maybe tonight was that night.