CS: Okay... this is the end, my friend.... (if you know where that is from, I shall put you in the sequal!)
Chapter Sixteen: "Every Story Is A Love Story"
BACKTRACK:
One tear escaped, then two. She couldn't live like this, with this tear in her heart. She looked at the gun in her hand. If someone had told her she was going to commit suicide someday, she would have laughed. But now it seemed like it was the only answer.
She closed her eyes.
She put the gun against her temple.
Everything slowed but her heart raced.
She whispered her goodbye.
Took a deep breath-
And pulled the trigger.
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Empty. The gun wasn't loaded. The shock of what she had just done slammed into her like a freight train. If the gun had been loaded, she'd be dead. Dead. DEAD. deaddeaddeadnevermoregoneforeverwithoutasecondthoughtatalldeaddeadDeadDEadDEaDDEAD! With a startled cry, she threw the cursed object away from her. It turned into silver dust on impact.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She backed away from the pile of glitter until her back hit the wall. Her body slumped and she fell to her knees. She couldn't believe it. How could she- how could she have done such a thing? And then Jareth would... If Jareth had found her body, oh goddess... if Jareth had found her body, he never would have forgiven himself! And Sarah, she'd feel SO guilty... and she wouldn't have gone with Jareth because she would feel so guilty! How could she have been so selfish? How could she have done such a thing?
Bringing her knees to her chest, she stared at the dust, her eyes large and frightened. And suddenly, the dam broke. Her world came crashing down. And she cried. She cried so hard her chest ached. Tears of pain, sorrow, loneliness, and disappointment slid down her face. Her sobs echoed about her, the only sound in the large study. If Sarah saw Reishia now, she wouldn't believe this was Rei. Rei was confident, bright, and strong. How could she be reduced to this small broken child? So broken... so broken...
Selfishselfishselfishi'dbedeaddeaddeadDEADgonenevermoreifjarethfoundherbodyselfishguiltshewouldntbewithhimdeadeadeadiwouldbegoneforeverandevernevermoresarahwouldfeelsoguiltyandselfishiamsoselfishhowcouldihavedonesuchathingleavemetodieiamsobadbadbadbadbadbadbadeaddeaddeaddead...
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Erik put his shoulder-length mahogany hair into a ponytail. He looked into his mirror to make sure that he looked all right.
Erik had never been vain but Jareth... Jareth on the other hand was ALWAYS vain. That was one of his worst traits. He had to look perfect. And Erik knew if he showed up wearing normal clothing, Jareth with laugh at him and poke at him all night. Erik smiled and shook his head- Good old Jareth.
His white leggings clung to his muscular legs. He wore a red poet shirt, the neckline revealing the amulet that rested on his chest. A white cloak circled his body from his shoulders down to his white boots. He nodded his approval before disappearing from his kingdom.
When he arrived in Jareth's study, he was surprised to find a woman sobbing in one of the corners. He stepped closer, feeling compassion for her. She wasn't mortal, but she had it in her aura. Perhaps she had wished a child away… he grimaced or worse, perhaps she was wished away. Her blood red hair curtained her face, hiding it from sight. Reishia had red hair like that... so beautiful. And when she smiled- like fire was she. But this wasn't Reishia, he reminded himself. She died. She's dead. Dead. He looked at the girl and decided to comfort her. He kneeled down to her level so he appeared safer to her. He reached out and lay one of his long-fingered hands on her own.
"Miss?" he said gently.
Her head raised and her hair fell back, revealing her identity. Erik gasped and fell back.
"Reishia?" he whispered in disbelief.
Her eyes were blank. She was unseeing. Blank.
"Reishia...?" He reached out to touch her, almost to assure himself that she was real.
When his hand touched her cheek, she awoke from her trace and looked at him. Her eyes shone with resignation. "Erik?"
He came to her as she stood on shaky legs. Erik offered her a handkerchief.
She smiled softly at him, wiping away her tears. "Thank you," she murmured.
"How-?"
"Darien tried to kill me but I sent myself to the Purest Dreamer."
"Darien? It was him?!?! I swear, I'm going to kill that bastard for what he tried to do to you!" he cried, outraged.
"He's dead," she whispered.
"What?" he said.
"Jareth's fiancee and I killed him," she explained, her voice trembling.
"Jareth's fiancee…?" he froze as realization dawned on him. The Purest Dreamer was Sarah. THE Sarah, the one that stole Jareth's heart. And they were getting married. "Oh Reishia…"
Reishia's chin trembled.
"Oh love, I'm sorry…" he pulled Reishia into his embrace.
At first she did nothing, but then she sobbed into his chest. He held her, rubbing her back and cooing nonsense into her ear.
Reishia's sobs soon quieted, but she still clung to him. Needing the support, needing the comfort only he could supply. Her eyes closed as she felt him surround her, keeping her safe from herself.
Erik looked down at the angelic face resting on his chest. How long had he dreamed of her in his arms? She felt so good in his embrace. Warm and firm, full of wiry strength. How could a creature so strong have skin this smooth? He closed his eyes and enjoyed the embrace.
They didn't know how long they stood there. For Reishia it felt like forever, for Erik it was not long at all.
"Erik?" Reishia's voice broke the comforting silence.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Thank you, for everything," she said.
"It's all I have to give," he responded.
Her gaze found his as a sense of a new beginning filled her heart. He looked at her and saw what he had always seen. She looked at him, REALLY looked. When had his eyes gotten so green? When had he been so warm? So strong? Where had she been? Where did the past go? Did it slip out while she was sleeping? While she was dreaming? While she was drunk on passion? She didn't care. It never mattered. All that mattered was the future. And this- this WAS the future. Not the end of her life, but the dawning of a new time. Her time. A second chance. A New Life.
She smiled when his lips touched hers.
After all, every story is a love story.
The beginning.
Thank you to everyone who remained loyal to this story. I AM making a sequal but FIRST I am responding to a challenge from THE GREAT MELISSA DAVIS, author of "A New Path" and "The Hunger" (I LOVE YOU, MELISSA!!!).
Sarah's adventure was over. She wakes up the next morning and revels with her defeat of both the Labyrinth and Jareth. Jareth, a person she was sure would be within her for the rest of her life. She had no idea.
"All of Me"
Coming soon to a computer near you...
SEE YOU GUYS!!! LOVE YOU!
Your obediant writer,
CS
PS. If you do not review, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
Chapter Sixteen: "Every Story Is A Love Story"
BACKTRACK:
One tear escaped, then two. She couldn't live like this, with this tear in her heart. She looked at the gun in her hand. If someone had told her she was going to commit suicide someday, she would have laughed. But now it seemed like it was the only answer.
She closed her eyes.
She put the gun against her temple.
Everything slowed but her heart raced.
She whispered her goodbye.
Took a deep breath-
And pulled the trigger.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
-Click-
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Empty. The gun wasn't loaded. The shock of what she had just done slammed into her like a freight train. If the gun had been loaded, she'd be dead. Dead. DEAD. deaddeaddeadnevermoregoneforeverwithoutasecondthoughtatalldeaddeadDeadDEadDEaDDEAD! With a startled cry, she threw the cursed object away from her. It turned into silver dust on impact.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She backed away from the pile of glitter until her back hit the wall. Her body slumped and she fell to her knees. She couldn't believe it. How could she- how could she have done such a thing? And then Jareth would... If Jareth had found her body, oh goddess... if Jareth had found her body, he never would have forgiven himself! And Sarah, she'd feel SO guilty... and she wouldn't have gone with Jareth because she would feel so guilty! How could she have been so selfish? How could she have done such a thing?
Bringing her knees to her chest, she stared at the dust, her eyes large and frightened. And suddenly, the dam broke. Her world came crashing down. And she cried. She cried so hard her chest ached. Tears of pain, sorrow, loneliness, and disappointment slid down her face. Her sobs echoed about her, the only sound in the large study. If Sarah saw Reishia now, she wouldn't believe this was Rei. Rei was confident, bright, and strong. How could she be reduced to this small broken child? So broken... so broken...
Selfishselfishselfishi'dbedeaddeaddeadDEADgonenevermoreifjarethfoundherbodyselfishguiltshewouldntbewithhimdeadeadeadiwouldbegoneforeverandevernevermoresarahwouldfeelsoguiltyandselfishiamsoselfishhowcouldihavedonesuchathingleavemetodieiamsobadbadbadbadbadbadbadeaddeaddeaddead...
*
Erik put his shoulder-length mahogany hair into a ponytail. He looked into his mirror to make sure that he looked all right.
Erik had never been vain but Jareth... Jareth on the other hand was ALWAYS vain. That was one of his worst traits. He had to look perfect. And Erik knew if he showed up wearing normal clothing, Jareth with laugh at him and poke at him all night. Erik smiled and shook his head- Good old Jareth.
His white leggings clung to his muscular legs. He wore a red poet shirt, the neckline revealing the amulet that rested on his chest. A white cloak circled his body from his shoulders down to his white boots. He nodded his approval before disappearing from his kingdom.
When he arrived in Jareth's study, he was surprised to find a woman sobbing in one of the corners. He stepped closer, feeling compassion for her. She wasn't mortal, but she had it in her aura. Perhaps she had wished a child away… he grimaced or worse, perhaps she was wished away. Her blood red hair curtained her face, hiding it from sight. Reishia had red hair like that... so beautiful. And when she smiled- like fire was she. But this wasn't Reishia, he reminded himself. She died. She's dead. Dead. He looked at the girl and decided to comfort her. He kneeled down to her level so he appeared safer to her. He reached out and lay one of his long-fingered hands on her own.
"Miss?" he said gently.
Her head raised and her hair fell back, revealing her identity. Erik gasped and fell back.
"Reishia?" he whispered in disbelief.
Her eyes were blank. She was unseeing. Blank.
"Reishia...?" He reached out to touch her, almost to assure himself that she was real.
When his hand touched her cheek, she awoke from her trace and looked at him. Her eyes shone with resignation. "Erik?"
He came to her as she stood on shaky legs. Erik offered her a handkerchief.
She smiled softly at him, wiping away her tears. "Thank you," she murmured.
"How-?"
"Darien tried to kill me but I sent myself to the Purest Dreamer."
"Darien? It was him?!?! I swear, I'm going to kill that bastard for what he tried to do to you!" he cried, outraged.
"He's dead," she whispered.
"What?" he said.
"Jareth's fiancee and I killed him," she explained, her voice trembling.
"Jareth's fiancee…?" he froze as realization dawned on him. The Purest Dreamer was Sarah. THE Sarah, the one that stole Jareth's heart. And they were getting married. "Oh Reishia…"
Reishia's chin trembled.
"Oh love, I'm sorry…" he pulled Reishia into his embrace.
At first she did nothing, but then she sobbed into his chest. He held her, rubbing her back and cooing nonsense into her ear.
Reishia's sobs soon quieted, but she still clung to him. Needing the support, needing the comfort only he could supply. Her eyes closed as she felt him surround her, keeping her safe from herself.
Erik looked down at the angelic face resting on his chest. How long had he dreamed of her in his arms? She felt so good in his embrace. Warm and firm, full of wiry strength. How could a creature so strong have skin this smooth? He closed his eyes and enjoyed the embrace.
They didn't know how long they stood there. For Reishia it felt like forever, for Erik it was not long at all.
"Erik?" Reishia's voice broke the comforting silence.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Thank you, for everything," she said.
"It's all I have to give," he responded.
Her gaze found his as a sense of a new beginning filled her heart. He looked at her and saw what he had always seen. She looked at him, REALLY looked. When had his eyes gotten so green? When had he been so warm? So strong? Where had she been? Where did the past go? Did it slip out while she was sleeping? While she was dreaming? While she was drunk on passion? She didn't care. It never mattered. All that mattered was the future. And this- this WAS the future. Not the end of her life, but the dawning of a new time. Her time. A second chance. A New Life.
She smiled when his lips touched hers.
After all, every story is a love story.
The beginning.
Thank you to everyone who remained loyal to this story. I AM making a sequal but FIRST I am responding to a challenge from THE GREAT MELISSA DAVIS, author of "A New Path" and "The Hunger" (I LOVE YOU, MELISSA!!!).
Sarah's adventure was over. She wakes up the next morning and revels with her defeat of both the Labyrinth and Jareth. Jareth, a person she was sure would be within her for the rest of her life. She had no idea.
"All of Me"
Coming soon to a computer near you...
SEE YOU GUYS!!! LOVE YOU!
Your obediant writer,
CS
PS. If you do not review, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
