They were silent. He had accepted her reasoning, and was at peace, knowing she didn't hold anything against him. He was beginning to fade,he could feel his grip on his moment with Sarah slipping away. She could see it too, he was breathing shallower now, and she could see it in the way his eyes shone in the night.
"Do you want to come inside, maybe lie down?' she asked, wishing only to ease his passing.
"No. Just sit with me under the stars a moment longer love, it won't be long now." Jareth said his eyes closing briefly. Sarah grasped his hand and squeezed it, trying to offer him comfort. His eyes opened and flicked about frantically. "Sarah, I am afraid." He whispered to her in the night, "Truly afraid." Sarah brushed some hair from his face.
"Don't be afraid Jareth." she said as soothingly as she could, fighting back tears to appear brave for him. The light late night breeze was starting to pick up, it whisked some dead leaves across the yard in a flurry.
"Please Sarah, don't forget me! Don't let the Labyrinth become a faerie tale, don't let us be forgotten!" Jareth's voice was soft and serious, it blended with the wind, and his eyes searched for hope.
"I will never forget you Jareth." Sarah said. He smiled and nodded his regal head once, before closing his eyes. Sarah once again brushed hair from his face, that the now unruly wind had tossed there, and laid a soft kiss on his forehead as her jacket whipped in the wind. She smoothed his hair back once again, and then he simply faded away, his form on the swing beside her sparkling before being whisked away in a rush of glitter by the wind.
It was quite awhile that Sarah sat alone in the night, letting the now soft breeze tickle her face. When she did stand to leave, she let her hand rest for a moment on the spot where Jareth had sat. Turning she whispered to the breeze, "I will never forget you Jareth, my King of the Goblins."