AN: Hey, I'm back at home, and I wrote this one all on my own. You know, no one is reviewing, which makes me sad. I just enabled anonymous reviews…so…a review would make my day. Honest!
Drabble #6: Late (169 words)
"I never thought about it before, but I guess it is funny. I met you when you were so young, and, I suppose, I have known you for a long time. By human standards at least. Yet, this is the first time I have spoken to you in decades." Jareth shifted, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "I am sorry about that."
The wind blew cold around him, and he pulled his coat up tighter around his exposed neck. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
"I am sorry it had to be this way," he motioned the surroundings, "But, in the end I was cowardly. I hope you forgive me for that as well. But, Sarah," Jareth dropped to his knees and extended his hand, "I meant what I said. I wanted you to love me…as I---as I love you." He let his hand continue to move forward until it came in contact with cold stone. He traced her name with his long, pale fingers.
Too little, too late.