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What Is There To Live For? Chapter 3
Sunlight streamed through the window as Sarah slowly awoke. She saw the light and groaning rolled in the other direction, away from the cruel brightness of the sun.
It was then that she remembered what had happened the day before. Her family was dead, and she had tried to join them.
Sarah sat up with a start as she came to the realization, at that moment she also realized that she was not in her own bed. Nor was she in her room, or even her house. Well then, if she wasn't home, where was she?
She glanced about the room and her what she saw made her gasp. She was in a magnificent bedroom, decorated in dark red and black, with what looked like mahogany furniture.
Apart from the bed she had been sleeping in there was a large chest of drawers and a huge wardrobe, there were also matching tables sat on either side of the bed. In the opposite corner she saw 2 armchairs as well as a beautifully decorated candelabra. An a small table set between them with a book sitting on it. Her gaze halted on the nearest armchair.
Slumped down in the seat was a face she was certain she would never see again, the face of the sleeping Goblin King.
It was at that moment she also figured out where she was. She was back in the Underground.
Jareth sensed Sarah looking around the room and felt when her gaze locked on him, slowly he fully awoke and sat up looking at Sarah with a huge grin, yes grin, not smirk, on his face.
"I see you are awake Sarah," He stated softly.
Immediately Sarah started to rant at him, "What the Hell is going on Goblin King?!?" She shrieked. "Why am I here, and why am I still alive?!? Don't you understand that I have nothing left? I want to die, I need to get away from everything and the only way I can truly do that is through death." By the end of her rave she was speaking softly, she sounded tired and worn out.
The next moment Sarah started to sob, she turned her head away from Jareth, ashamed to show such weakness in front of him.
Jareth didn't know what to do. He longed to hold her in his arms but didn't think she would allow him to.
Sobs wracked Sarah's body and Jareth could stand it no more. Hesitantly he walked across the room and gently pulled Sarah into his arms. Surprisingly she did not resist. In fact she did quite the opposite. As Jareth held her, Sarah sank into his embrace and held on tightly to him. Jareth just held her patiently, rocking her and trying to soothe her tears.
Eventually Sarah stopped crying. When she did Jareth looked down at her, his eyes filled with love for the woman he held in his arms. Sarah also looked up at Jareth, eyes filled with pain, hurt and exhaustion. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep in Jareth's arms. Just before she was entirely asleep though she asked him one question, "Jareth," she whispered sleepily, "What is there left for me to live for?" And with that Sarah drifted into a restless slumber.
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What Is There To Live For? Chapter 3
Sunlight streamed through the window as Sarah slowly awoke. She saw the light and groaning rolled in the other direction, away from the cruel brightness of the sun.
It was then that she remembered what had happened the day before. Her family was dead, and she had tried to join them.
Sarah sat up with a start as she came to the realization, at that moment she also realized that she was not in her own bed. Nor was she in her room, or even her house. Well then, if she wasn't home, where was she?
She glanced about the room and her what she saw made her gasp. She was in a magnificent bedroom, decorated in dark red and black, with what looked like mahogany furniture.
Apart from the bed she had been sleeping in there was a large chest of drawers and a huge wardrobe, there were also matching tables sat on either side of the bed. In the opposite corner she saw 2 armchairs as well as a beautifully decorated candelabra. An a small table set between them with a book sitting on it. Her gaze halted on the nearest armchair.
Slumped down in the seat was a face she was certain she would never see again, the face of the sleeping Goblin King.
It was at that moment she also figured out where she was. She was back in the Underground.
Jareth sensed Sarah looking around the room and felt when her gaze locked on him, slowly he fully awoke and sat up looking at Sarah with a huge grin, yes grin, not smirk, on his face.
"I see you are awake Sarah," He stated softly.
Immediately Sarah started to rant at him, "What the Hell is going on Goblin King?!?" She shrieked. "Why am I here, and why am I still alive?!? Don't you understand that I have nothing left? I want to die, I need to get away from everything and the only way I can truly do that is through death." By the end of her rave she was speaking softly, she sounded tired and worn out.
The next moment Sarah started to sob, she turned her head away from Jareth, ashamed to show such weakness in front of him.
Jareth didn't know what to do. He longed to hold her in his arms but didn't think she would allow him to.
Sobs wracked Sarah's body and Jareth could stand it no more. Hesitantly he walked across the room and gently pulled Sarah into his arms. Surprisingly she did not resist. In fact she did quite the opposite. As Jareth held her, Sarah sank into his embrace and held on tightly to him. Jareth just held her patiently, rocking her and trying to soothe her tears.
Eventually Sarah stopped crying. When she did Jareth looked down at her, his eyes filled with love for the woman he held in his arms. Sarah also looked up at Jareth, eyes filled with pain, hurt and exhaustion. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep in Jareth's arms. Just before she was entirely asleep though she asked him one question, "Jareth," she whispered sleepily, "What is there left for me to live for?" And with that Sarah drifted into a restless slumber.
A/N Please leave a contribution in the little box! I will update as soon as I can.