Okay, so I lied. This is NOT the last chapter. But it is close.

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Sarah woke up to a combination of Karen screaming at her, and Toby jumping on her bed.

"Sarah, wake up! Come on, Sarah! Sa-rah," Toby whined as he jumped on her.

"Sarah! Get up this instant, young lady! Your wedding is in four hours!"

"I love you too, Jareth," Sarah mumbled in her sleep.

"Who?!" Toby and Karen said in unison.

"Huh what?" Sarah said sleepily as she woke up gradually.

"Who is this 'Jareth' you say you love?" Karen grew suspicious.

"I said that?" Karen nodded, "Oh, just some movie I saw."

Karen seemed to shrug it off, because she started to drag Sarah out of bed.

"Your wedding begins in four hours! You need to get ready!"

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A few hours later.

Sarah paced impatiently behind a set of curtains in the field, thinking to herself.

'Would I? Should I? But Jareth.. What if?'

But Sarah pushed those thoughts out of the way when she heard the music cue. She took a deep breath, smoothed her wedding gown, and walked down the aisle.

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"Sarah? Do you or do you not?" The minister's voice rang in Sarah's ear, but she could not speak. She was lost in doubts. She imagined what would happen if she said "no." Jareth would appear, sweep her away in his muscular arms, and take her to his fairy tale world. But what about her family? She would break the hearts of everyone near her so she could live in her dreams. Just thinking about the looks on their faces made Sarah want to cry. The show had to go on.

"I.. I do," she said weakly, and immediately felt like she had signed over her life. She looked down as her vision became blurry. She couldn't stand the pained look on her husband's face. She thought she heard the barely audible sound of a crystal breaking, but figured it was her imagination. She could no longer hear anything; she was numb to her surroundings. But at the minister's words, she snapped out of her daze, still looking down.

"If there is anyone who does not wish that these two be joined in holy matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Sarah winced. Forever was a really long time. What if Jareth came and took her away now? Several seconds of silence following his words ensured her that he would not. But several seconds followed, and Sarah wondered why the minister had paused for so long. She looked up slowly, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Time had stopped. Everyone's eyes were open, and bodies still. Her husband was frozen in his forlorn glance at her. Sarah's heart seemed to have stopped as well. She looked around, and soon found the reason.

Jareth stood at the other end of the aisle. Sarah's heart thawed and began to flutter rapidly at the look he gave her.

Sarah's legs longed to run to him, but her mind resisted. He began to walk slowly towards her, his eyes locked with hers. She gulped as the distance between them closed.

Her arms reflexively threw themselves around his shoulders as his lips connected with hers. She leaned into him as the world spun around her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as the kiss deepened. His lips caressed hers and she felt as though she had slipped into one of her surreal fantasies. Her fingers traced over his taut muscles, coming to rest on his chest. How she wished this moment could last forever! Alas, he pulled his body away from hers. She immediately wished he hadn't; as her body grew cold from being parted from his warm one. She reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Sarah." His voice was quiet and rich. He said her name not like a question, but as if he just needed to say it.

"Hmm?" She was still disoriented as that kiss had caught her off guard.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry I had to put you through all this when you were going to get married. I should have never interfered."

"But,-" she started to protest.

"Shh. I'm sorry. You already made your choice. Goodbye, Sarah."

"No! Please don't go! I want _you_! Please stay!" Sarah pleaded. Her eyes bore into his glittering mismatched ones. She wanted him to see how much she needed him. She didn't care how weak she was appearing. That wall fell down a long time ago.

He hesitated before looking away.

"Goodbye Sarah." Before Sarah could beg him, he disappeared.

"I love you," she trailed off and time resumed.

"You may now kiss the bride."

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Sarah and her husband stood before the cake. It was tall - nearly three layers - and topped with those corny bride-and-groom statuettes. Strangely enough, the bride resembled Sarah, but the groom resembled..

They cut the cake and scooped a piece of the sweet-smelling cake onto two forks to feed to each other. The groom raised the bite to meet her lips. She turned to Karen.

"What kind of cake is this?" She took a bite and began to feel woozy. 'Oh, no.. It can't be-'

"Peach."