"The hardest thing is to forget everything about them that ever made you happy, every hug, every kiss, every touch, everything that now makes you want to cry and keep remembering."
Sarah completed her dreams of being a writer. "The Labyrinth" went to a number one spot and was a best seller, and just when she thought things couldn't possibly get any better, she received a call that the story had been adopted to screen play by Terry Jones, one of the writers for Monty Python's Flying Circus.
Her character, Sarah, would be played by a promising actress named Jennifer Connelly. And the part of Jareth, the goblin king would be played by the rock star, David Bowie.
Sarah was, herself, amazed at the similarities of David and Jareth. He played his arrogant ways to a cue. Perfect. The hair, the eyes, and even the way they stood were in sync. So much, it made Sarah's heart ache when she saw David in costume. She finally realized what had changed so much I Jareth's eyes over the time period.
Jareth loved her, too. And he cared about her.
When the movie came out, Sarah's heart was filled with pride. She was happy it was completed. She was happy that somewhere in the world, there would always be someone, no matter their age, that believed. A story that traveled through the times, passed on to generations to come. That carried the secret message that held the power and showed how strong believing could be.
However, Sarah was saddened by the memories. She continued to cry on occasion. She felt as though she could've stopped it, and to a degree, she could have. Still, even 2 years later, the pain still hit her hard.
Then all at once, she didn't know how, but she found herself in her living room, her son down the street being watched after, and her hand holding a bottle of rum. And just as suddenly, found herself in the same rut as before. Alone.
She looked around her apartment from her seat in her recliner, got up and walked to the doorway. When she got there, she looked back in the empty room and sighed.
"I wish you were here right now...why am I saying this?" She looked for an answer in the ceiling. "You can't hear me can you?" She waited a moment longer "And you never will."
She turned and went to the kitchen in complete failure. She lifted the bottle to her lips and pulled it back out, then slowly, turning her wrist over, she poured the clear contents of the bottle down the sink. She was tired of hurting. She was tired of not remembering anything and was tired of just trying to numb the pain. It couldn't be done.
She made her way back to the living room to see a familiar form, standing by the recliner, sampling the popcorn. Sarah at first sight, recognized him. Jareth was back. Instantly, she ran into his arms, never wanting to leave.
Jareth breathed in her scent and felt more comfort, than he had in his entire life. He got down on one knee and broke the deafening silence.
"Sarah Williams, will you, be my wife?" Jareth spoke, almost trying to convince himself he knew she would say no. Sarah held her breath and without thinking said "I do."
"How did you come back?" Sarah asked as she hugged her arms around him.
He closed his eyes, the warmth of her touch, overcoming his heart. He answered "You loved me. You couldn't love something, that didn't exist now could you? And with your belief, and thanks to this 'movie' thing, now a lot of people believed in me..And here I am."
Hoggle, walked over from behind the wall, holding a pink and white diamond ring.
He bowed halfway to her and smiled "Thank you, for believing."
Sarah and Jareth were married in the spring. There was happiness and peace throughout the Labyrinth. Jareth was a loving father and asked many questions over the years, the number one was "Who is David Bowie?" and "What's a British?"
And for the first time in years without any pain or regret, they both fell in love with each other. And were able to do something they haven't been able to do for a long time: Smile.
"As I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I can get over your smile. When I will let go of the hugs you gave me, that I continue to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me, forget what you meant to me, or forget how much I love you. But no matter what you did to me, or whatever happens to us, I know I could never get over, let go, or forget you."
THE END
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