Sarah, Jareth, and the Labyrinth aer property of Jim Henson. Song lyrics
are from The Letter by Natalie Merchant. Plot is mine. Comments and
criticisms greatly appreciated.
"If I ever write this letter, oh the pages I could write.."
Sarah stared at the nearly blank, tear-stained page on the desk before her. When she had sat down here over an hour ago, pen in hand, Sarah had thought she had so much to say…but none of it was there now.
This wasn't a letter she had ever intended to write, but the pain and disappointment that haunted her every night and day had made her try. Sarah hoped it would bring her some release; she knew now that it wouldn't.
"but I don't know where to send it. You've vanished. Heaven only knows where you are."
The one person it was meant for would never get to read it. You can't wish letters away and the post office doesn't deliver to the Underground. That's what upset Sarah the most. He didn't even have the decency to be in a place where she could yell at him.
""If I ever write this letter, bitter words it would contain. Just an unrequited lover wishing she had never spoken your name. Never heard your name."
For all that she wanted to, Sarah couldn't blame him. She was the one who had walked away in the end. But damn it, what choice had she had? Toby didn't belong there; to rescue him, she'd have to punish herself. It was all so perfectly ironic, as if he'd planned it that way. And maybe he had. By his own admission, he was cruel. Sarah had begun to curse the day she'd ever read the name of the Goblin King.
"But if I ever write this letter, the truth it would reveal. Knowing you brought me pleasure. How I'll treasure the moments that we knew, the precious, the few."
The longing just to see him was almost a physical ache. All she had now where her memories…and her regret. Sarah looked down at the only to words she's managed to write:
" Dear Jareth,"
Frustrated and disgusted, she crumpled up the empty paper, throwing with it into the wastebasket any hope of ever getting an answer to the letter that she couldn't send She made her way across the room, lowering herself into bed. A single tear slid down her cheek as she whispered his name, wondering if he could hear her
"If I ever write this letter, oh the pages I could write.."
Sarah stared at the nearly blank, tear-stained page on the desk before her. When she had sat down here over an hour ago, pen in hand, Sarah had thought she had so much to say…but none of it was there now.
This wasn't a letter she had ever intended to write, but the pain and disappointment that haunted her every night and day had made her try. Sarah hoped it would bring her some release; she knew now that it wouldn't.
"but I don't know where to send it. You've vanished. Heaven only knows where you are."
The one person it was meant for would never get to read it. You can't wish letters away and the post office doesn't deliver to the Underground. That's what upset Sarah the most. He didn't even have the decency to be in a place where she could yell at him.
""If I ever write this letter, bitter words it would contain. Just an unrequited lover wishing she had never spoken your name. Never heard your name."
For all that she wanted to, Sarah couldn't blame him. She was the one who had walked away in the end. But damn it, what choice had she had? Toby didn't belong there; to rescue him, she'd have to punish herself. It was all so perfectly ironic, as if he'd planned it that way. And maybe he had. By his own admission, he was cruel. Sarah had begun to curse the day she'd ever read the name of the Goblin King.
"But if I ever write this letter, the truth it would reveal. Knowing you brought me pleasure. How I'll treasure the moments that we knew, the precious, the few."
The longing just to see him was almost a physical ache. All she had now where her memories…and her regret. Sarah looked down at the only to words she's managed to write:
" Dear Jareth,"
Frustrated and disgusted, she crumpled up the empty paper, throwing with it into the wastebasket any hope of ever getting an answer to the letter that she couldn't send She made her way across the room, lowering herself into bed. A single tear slid down her cheek as she whispered his name, wondering if he could hear her