Sarah wiped the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks as she looked around, confused by the sudden change in her surroundings. She dropped to her knees as another bout of sobs overwhelmed her, this time they came out as great, dry, heaving cries of distress, which took the wind from her lungs. After a few moments, the tears would no longer come, and Sarah leaned her back against the couch to catch her breath, and her bearings.
She felt terrible, as though she had made a terrible mistake. But she also could not tell if what she was feeling were true emotions, or more spells and tricks from the Goblin King. She closed her eyes and lifted her hand to her face once more, reminiscing Jareth's hot breath and gentle touch upon her neck and shoulders. She hunched over, placing her head between her knees, folding her arms above her head, to try to understand what had happened.
"I came so close to giving in..." She muttered to herself. "I can't believe I almost... almost..." She closed her eyes again, pushing back the tears she could feel coming on. Why did she feel so terrible? She knew Jareth only wanted one thing, power. Power to control her, to make her his slave. But she also sensed there was another motive to his unyielding perusal of her... one of a complete and totally different nature. And she knew that there was a passion in her heart, which would not let her forget him, and move on. She had come to realize this suddenly, as she sat there in the dark room, with the television, now sporting an old rerun of Happy Days, casting flickering lights and shadows upon the walls.
"I can't move on." Sarah whispered, "I can't move on because... because...", but she couldn't bring herself to utter the last part of the sentence. Memories flooded back, chasing after Toby in the Labyrinth, facing all the obstacles Jareth threw at her to make it to the Goblin city and face him one on one. It was the way it had to be. But she was remembering another aspect of the battle, which had managed to be overlooked. What was it Jareth had been telling her... as she tried to reach Toby in that peculiar room of stairs. The tune began to flow once more through her head,
"How you turn my world
You precious thing.
You starve and near exhaust me.
Everything I've done,
I've done for you.
I move the stars for no one.
You've run so long.
You've run so far.
Your eyes can be so cruel,
Just as I can be so cruel,
Oh I do believe in you.
Yes I do.
Live without your sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
I... I...
Can't.. live.. within.. you...
I can't live within you
I...I..Can't live within you"
"Oh my God..." She could see him now, after she had said the one line that had always escaped her memory, falling, his white clothes he had worn that day billowing about his body as his world collapsed. "Jareth..." She whispered his name, as tears once more filled her eyes.
She felt terrible, as though she had made a terrible mistake. But she also could not tell if what she was feeling were true emotions, or more spells and tricks from the Goblin King. She closed her eyes and lifted her hand to her face once more, reminiscing Jareth's hot breath and gentle touch upon her neck and shoulders. She hunched over, placing her head between her knees, folding her arms above her head, to try to understand what had happened.
"I came so close to giving in..." She muttered to herself. "I can't believe I almost... almost..." She closed her eyes again, pushing back the tears she could feel coming on. Why did she feel so terrible? She knew Jareth only wanted one thing, power. Power to control her, to make her his slave. But she also sensed there was another motive to his unyielding perusal of her... one of a complete and totally different nature. And she knew that there was a passion in her heart, which would not let her forget him, and move on. She had come to realize this suddenly, as she sat there in the dark room, with the television, now sporting an old rerun of Happy Days, casting flickering lights and shadows upon the walls.
"I can't move on." Sarah whispered, "I can't move on because... because...", but she couldn't bring herself to utter the last part of the sentence. Memories flooded back, chasing after Toby in the Labyrinth, facing all the obstacles Jareth threw at her to make it to the Goblin city and face him one on one. It was the way it had to be. But she was remembering another aspect of the battle, which had managed to be overlooked. What was it Jareth had been telling her... as she tried to reach Toby in that peculiar room of stairs. The tune began to flow once more through her head,
"How you turn my world
You precious thing.
You starve and near exhaust me.
Everything I've done,
I've done for you.
I move the stars for no one.
You've run so long.
You've run so far.
Your eyes can be so cruel,
Just as I can be so cruel,
Oh I do believe in you.
Yes I do.
Live without your sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
I... I...
Can't.. live.. within.. you...
I can't live within you
I...I..Can't live within you"
"Oh my God..." She could see him now, after she had said the one line that had always escaped her memory, falling, his white clothes he had worn that day billowing about his body as his world collapsed. "Jareth..." She whispered his name, as tears once more filled her eyes.