I haven't spoken to Jareth for hours. I know he thinks I hate him for leaving me so vulnerable. I don't, though. At least, I don't think I do. I pray that I don't. When I'll be able to talk to him, I don't yet know. Right now, if I try, I may start crying and never stop. I may go insane. Venom had not hurt me, but… my mind has been dragged through a thousand horrible nightmares at once. The images that he and the others sent to me were vile, disgusting… worse than anything else they'd done. I choke one a scream. I want to let it out, to free myself, if only a little, but I cannot. It will only cause Jareth to worry about me more. Jareth… does he even love me? According to those three, I was simply Jareth's pet, his plaything… his whore. I try to rid myself of the doubt, and fail miserably.
I am staring at the floor, lost in miserable thought. I have yet to realize Jareth has entered the room until the toes of his black riding boots appear in my line of vision. I won't look at him, I can't, because the pity, the disgust, and loathing in his heartbreaking eyes will push me over the edge. He sits himself down on the floor beside me, slow and deliberate so as not to frighten me.
"Ravyn?" I purse my lips and scrunch myself up into a tight ball. "Ravyn, my dark angel, please… please, look at me." I shake my head. His fingers trail down my cheek, then bury themselves in my hair. "It is a very small thing I ask of you, my angel, to look at one who loves you so much." I shake my head again, and a stray tear cools my warm skin.
"What do you want, Jareth?" The words came slowly, in a breathless whisper.
"I want your happiness. I want your love. I want… never mind." What was it he is going to say?
"What? What is it you want? Tell me." He looks thoughtful, then a desperate hope comes to his eyes.
"I wish you needed me as much as I need you, your beautiful smile and your voice… when you look at me sometimes, your eyes light up. I want that… I need it, dark angel."
"Jareth… Jareth."
