Chapter XVIII
Unable to watch this any longer, unable to stand her pain and her memory that had reawoken his own pain, Jareth went so far as to pace. She was remembering it all so vividly that he, who was in almost constant one way mind-touch with her, had just been forced to re-live that too.
Double emotions were new to Jareth.
Hell, even his own emotions and having to deal with them was a new thing. And one he did not enjoy at all.
But he could not pass up a chance like this. She was awake but in her dream-dimension at the same time. He had to see her, to touch her, once. He had denied himself the chance of doing it, finding it necessary to be content with simply watching her sleep to conserve his almost faded powers, but he could not resist any longer.
Reaching out, he sang of the fragility of feelings, of love, of life. Of dreams.
He sang and sang, hoping to help her see, hoping that this would be the last push she needed, and watching her cry without even realizing it…
After the rain has fallen
After the tears have washed you eyes
You'll find that I've taken nothing, that
Love can't replace in the blink of an eye
Was that his voice? She thought it was, but she couldn't be sure of anything now, still overawed by the pain she had to both feel and witness, and knowing that she caused it.
After the thunder's spoken, and
After the lightning bolt's been hurled
After the dream is broken, there'll
Still be love in the world
Still be love in the world
Why would he say this to her, if what she had just seen was true?
If she had just destroyed everything, if she had caused him so much pain?
SHE broke the dream.
She BROKE it.
And him.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Images of the crumbling Labyrinth, steeped in the rays of the ever-setting sun flooded her mind. He's right, it did look like blood. Like his blood. It was a part of him and she had shattered it. How solid it had all seemed, how unconquerable. And how fragile it turned out to be.
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Yes, only forever, only forever, only forever, she kept repeating to herself, taking solace in the pain.
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
Forget? She may wish to forget it at some point, but it would certainly never happen. She would never forget this. Ever.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
Suddenly the sensation of someone taking her into their arms flooded her already traumatized being, and she broke down, choking with sobs.