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Author's note- And we're back! Ok, I just reread my last chapter, and I couldn't stand not writing another. So, here ya go kiddies!
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Sarah lay sleeping on her bed, still wearing her black dress and earings. Jareth sat at the foot of the bed, taking off her high-heeled shoes gently.
He had been thinking about that night, and how she almost slipped everything out into the open. It wasn't him being found out that he worried about, no one would possibly believe her.
He just didn't want people to think she was crazy.
Sarah moved slightly in her sleep, a short and soft moan escaping her lips. Jareth wondered what she was dreaming about.
He stood up, and apon looking her over, he decided to leave her in her dress, afraid she'd be angry in the morning if he changed her.
He walked over to her, and kissed her forehead gently.
"I'll be gone when you awake. I won't be bothering you anymore."
He had at first completely intended to stay there for a full month, but he couldn't ruin her life without a heavy heart.
After all, he had done what he had come to do. He had proved to her that he was real, and could very much show up at any random moment.
He went into the kitchen, and pulled a rose, piece of parchement, quill, and ink from thin air. He sat down at the table, and dipped the quill in the ink, beginning his goodbye letter to Sarah.
When he was finished, he gently blew on it, to dry the ink, then stratigically placed it on the table, placing the red rose on it, as the quill and ink dissapeared.
He looked down the hall torward her bedroom, and regained his icy composure.
"Such a pity."
And with that, an owl flew from the kitchen, out the open window, and into the night sky, headed for the moon.
Sarah awoke the next day, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She turned over on her bed, expecting to see Jareth sleeping beside her, but he was nowhere to be found.
She sat up, and glanced around the room.
"Jareth?"
No answer.
She stood up and walked around the house, calling his name.
Still no answer.
She walked into the kitchen, and apon seeing the rose and letter, she knew he was gone.
She bit her lip. What was wrong with her? Why wasn't she jumping for joy? She didn't know.
She walked over and picked up the letter, smelling the sweet rose.
"Dearest Sarah,
As you must have figured out, I am no longer with you in the aboveground.
I have gone back to my labyrinth, leaving you with your life just as it
was, save your memories. I had, in fact, accomplished what I had come to
do in under a month. I assume you will not try to forget me again. I
thank you for your hospitality during my stay. I see now that you have
your life under control, and I shall let you return to it as I have
returned to mine. The rose I have given you shall never wilt, no need to
water it. Just keep it in a nice vase, and do not forget me. If there is
ever anything you need, don't hesitate to call to me.
Love always,
Jareth, King of Goblins"
Sarah took a deep breath, and managed a soft smile.
"Goodbye, Jareth."
Jareth had been gazing into a crystal, watching her as she read the letter, the smiling, the frowning, and even a tear she hadn't noticed.
And when she spoke the words "Goodbye, Jareth" he closed the image in the crystal, not intending to gaze at her ever again. That was it, he had let her go. And though it hurt him, he felt he had to.
But a knock at the door made him look up, regaining his cold stare and maniacal grin.
"What do you want, Daren?"
A man stood in the doorway, seemingly younger than Jareth, with brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"What? Can't a guy pop in to say hello to his older brother?"
"Yes, but you don't. What is it that you want?"
"Just to know why you're back so soon from seeing this girl."
"It's none of your business, Daren."
"As your brother it's pleanty my business."
"Well it doesn't matter. I won't be seeing much of her anymore."
"Why is that?"
"Don't ask questions."
"I'd like to meet her sometime."
Jareth gave Daren a long cold stare before speaking again.
"Why?"
"Because you don't want me to."
Daren grinned evily, and left the throne room.
"Dumb boy, when will he learn not to pry into my personal life...?" Jareth asked noone in paticular.
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Author's note- Sorry i's so short, I just couldn't help but end it there. Anywho, new chapter coming soon so stay tuned!!!! And PLEEEEAAAAASE remember to REVIEW!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Risky the Pirate
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Author's note- And we're back! Ok, I just reread my last chapter, and I couldn't stand not writing another. So, here ya go kiddies!
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Sarah lay sleeping on her bed, still wearing her black dress and earings. Jareth sat at the foot of the bed, taking off her high-heeled shoes gently.
He had been thinking about that night, and how she almost slipped everything out into the open. It wasn't him being found out that he worried about, no one would possibly believe her.
He just didn't want people to think she was crazy.
Sarah moved slightly in her sleep, a short and soft moan escaping her lips. Jareth wondered what she was dreaming about.
He stood up, and apon looking her over, he decided to leave her in her dress, afraid she'd be angry in the morning if he changed her.
He walked over to her, and kissed her forehead gently.
"I'll be gone when you awake. I won't be bothering you anymore."
He had at first completely intended to stay there for a full month, but he couldn't ruin her life without a heavy heart.
After all, he had done what he had come to do. He had proved to her that he was real, and could very much show up at any random moment.
He went into the kitchen, and pulled a rose, piece of parchement, quill, and ink from thin air. He sat down at the table, and dipped the quill in the ink, beginning his goodbye letter to Sarah.
When he was finished, he gently blew on it, to dry the ink, then stratigically placed it on the table, placing the red rose on it, as the quill and ink dissapeared.
He looked down the hall torward her bedroom, and regained his icy composure.
"Such a pity."
And with that, an owl flew from the kitchen, out the open window, and into the night sky, headed for the moon.
Sarah awoke the next day, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She turned over on her bed, expecting to see Jareth sleeping beside her, but he was nowhere to be found.
She sat up, and glanced around the room.
"Jareth?"
No answer.
She stood up and walked around the house, calling his name.
Still no answer.
She walked into the kitchen, and apon seeing the rose and letter, she knew he was gone.
She bit her lip. What was wrong with her? Why wasn't she jumping for joy? She didn't know.
She walked over and picked up the letter, smelling the sweet rose.
"Dearest Sarah,
As you must have figured out, I am no longer with you in the aboveground.
I have gone back to my labyrinth, leaving you with your life just as it
was, save your memories. I had, in fact, accomplished what I had come to
do in under a month. I assume you will not try to forget me again. I
thank you for your hospitality during my stay. I see now that you have
your life under control, and I shall let you return to it as I have
returned to mine. The rose I have given you shall never wilt, no need to
water it. Just keep it in a nice vase, and do not forget me. If there is
ever anything you need, don't hesitate to call to me.
Love always,
Jareth, King of Goblins"
Sarah took a deep breath, and managed a soft smile.
"Goodbye, Jareth."
Jareth had been gazing into a crystal, watching her as she read the letter, the smiling, the frowning, and even a tear she hadn't noticed.
And when she spoke the words "Goodbye, Jareth" he closed the image in the crystal, not intending to gaze at her ever again. That was it, he had let her go. And though it hurt him, he felt he had to.
But a knock at the door made him look up, regaining his cold stare and maniacal grin.
"What do you want, Daren?"
A man stood in the doorway, seemingly younger than Jareth, with brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"What? Can't a guy pop in to say hello to his older brother?"
"Yes, but you don't. What is it that you want?"
"Just to know why you're back so soon from seeing this girl."
"It's none of your business, Daren."
"As your brother it's pleanty my business."
"Well it doesn't matter. I won't be seeing much of her anymore."
"Why is that?"
"Don't ask questions."
"I'd like to meet her sometime."
Jareth gave Daren a long cold stare before speaking again.
"Why?"
"Because you don't want me to."
Daren grinned evily, and left the throne room.
"Dumb boy, when will he learn not to pry into my personal life...?" Jareth asked noone in paticular.
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Author's note- Sorry i's so short, I just couldn't help but end it there. Anywho, new chapter coming soon so stay tuned!!!! And PLEEEEAAAAASE remember to REVIEW!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Risky the Pirate
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