AN: Okay, so I broke the rules. I broke the rules big time. This is a huge deal because, believe you me, I love rules. This just sort of came out of me. And I felt that it was still a "drabble" because it had no plot. Plus, 13 is my lucky number, so I should get to do whatever the hell I want on the 13th drabble. Um…I want to post it here, get off my freakin' back! I apologize in advance for the bad poetry (bad poetry? oh noetry!), but I can just blame that on Sarah…right? Okay, well here it is. Don't yell at me.
Drabble #13: Somehow Here Again (258 words)
I'm playing this game where I try to catch snowflakes on my eyelashes so I can see you though this haze of crystal light. Like that first time.
Sarah shook her head. Was this really the time to start thinking that way again?
Because I will not come here again, I will not say these words again. Because you do not rule me. Cannot reach me.
She blinked hard, trying to clear her eyes of the snow that was falling more heavily by the minute. She stepped inside the castle and shook the snow from her hair, stamping her feet to increase the blood flow. She took a moment to steal herself, then she ascended the stair.
I'm playing this game where I try to catch snowflakes on my eyelashes…
Sarah entered the master bedroom and instantly lost her breath. He looked so small.
So I can see you though this haze of crystal light…
"Jareth?" He tried to push himself up, but didn't seem strong enough to do so. She found herself at his bedside. "What's wrong?"
He smiled, it was wean, but it was still Jareth's smile. "I'm dying, Sarah."
Like that first time…
"How?" He shook his head in response.
"I do not send my troops to war, I lead them." He coughed. "I'm sorry I called you here, you must be confused, it's just…I wanted someone who understood me to be here when—" He seemed unable, or unwilling, to continue.
She took his hand. "I'll stay."
Because I will not come here again.
Review or I'll write another poem. And I'll do it too…