AN: What's this?! two updates two days in a row?! Yes, yes it is! I know I said I'd upload the next chapter in a week or two, but I have had parts of this chapter written since last year and I really just wanted to post it tonight. Thanks so much for your reviews on the last update! you have no idea how much I enjoyed reading them! Although, I apologize for the unfortunate events taking place in this story currently. Unfortunately, it's something that had to happen. Sarah marrying Jareth without knowing that he'd been tricking her this entire time, it just wouldn't have been right. She had to find out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, even though it is quite depressing...

*runs and hides before you all try and kill me*


Jareth stood by the window watching the gentle snowfall outside. He had been waiting for Sarah to join him for almost an hour now, and he was beginning to feel concerned.

He was used to Sarah working later than she said she would, but there was something different about tonight.

He was feeling emotions – emotions he knew didn't belong to him.

Sadness, betrayal, heartbreak...

Why was he feeling this so strongly, so suddenly? He'd been feeling fine half an hour ago.

His mind kept drifting to Sarah, and he began to wonder if he was picking up on what she was feeling. He knew that Sarah had experienced this when he'd been consumed by dark thoughts so wasn't it possible that he could be experiencing the same thing with regard to her feelings?

He decided not to wait any longer to find out. Instead, he turned away from the window and rushed from the room to find Sarah.


Sarah had managed to make it over to the window and the cold air on her face helped her with the terrible nausea she was experiencing.

She rested her weight on her arms, tears blurring her vision of the Labyrinth before her. How was it that even the view made her sad now?

Everything about this place made her heart hurt because it all reminded her of him.

Focusing on the twisting, turning walls of the maze, she found herself asking a question before she even realized she was talking.

"What do I do? I feel so betrayed... "She sobbed, her voice shaky with emotion. "I don't know what to do...guide me..."

She hadn't been expecting an answer, so it came as a surprise when she heard the familiar voice of the spirit of the Labyrinth in her head.

"We have much to say, but now is not the time for conversation. Sarah Williams, you have a few choices set before you. We know which would benefit you, but you must choose to do what you think is right, yourself."

Sarah swallowed hard as she glanced at the Labyrinth, feeling the gentle pound of its energy under her feet.

She knew what her options were, so she didn't need to ask. There were a few things she could do.

She could forget all about this and try to carry on with life and her relationship with Jareth as it had been before. Although, a part of her knew that that was impossible. She couldn't pretend to be alright when deep down her heart was breaking.

Or she could confront him and tell him exactly how she felt. Then they could try to work through this.

Or... she could wish herself back home.

Sarah knew which one she needed right now. She needed to go home, back to her world where she wouldn't be constantly reminded of him and the betrayal.

Swallowing hard, she spoke again. "I know what would benefit me...but I'm scared of what will happen if I leave."

"We know what you fear, but we are here to tell you that what you fear will not take place. You being here, even for a small amount of time, has already healed the Kingdom. You fixed the King. You made him better, despite what you feel now; we can sincerely tell you that he is different. Thanks to you and you alone. He searches for the key to fixing everything, but little does he know that it is already done. Time will show him this."

Sarah felt confused, but she didn't feel in the mood to ask questions about it, so she simply nodded.

"Then you already know what I have to do..."

"We do. We will miss you, Sarah Williams. You brought back a spark to the Kingdom. A spark long lost since the departure of the Queen."

"I'll miss you too..." She whispered as more tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Just remember, that a part of this world will always live within you, now. And should you ever wish to return, you will be welcomed here with open arms. Take care, child. And brace yourself for the ride you are about to take, for it won't be easy. We warn you now that life isn't always what we wish it to be..."

"You don't have to warn me of that... I think I've learned the hard way."

She felt the warmth of the Labyrinth around her, almost as if it were holding her, hugging her close. She allowed the feeling of it to comfort her, and she sobbed softly into the night air, watching the ancient walls turn in the distance. It was as if it were putting on a show for her, saying its final farewell.

When the warmth of the Labyrinth eventually left her, she felt alone again.

It had been a while since Sarah had desired the comfort of her mother's arms, but at this moment, the thought of her mother's warm embrace was enough to bring tears to her eyes. It was foolish to want her, really. She hadn't seen her mother since she was ten years old. Her mother didn't care about her, never had, really. So why did she suddenly crave to be held by her?

The sound of the door handle turning and the click of heeled boots on the stone floor suddenly brought her back to the reality of what was going on.

She didn't want to look at him. She wasn't sure she even could without breaking down, so she kept her eyes on the Labyrinth, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Jareth slowly approached her, his voice soft as he spoke. "Precious? Are you alright? I've had this terrible feeling in my heart...I know they're not my feelings, but yours... has something happened?"

Sarah felt sick again. His voice had once brought her so much comfort, now, however; it just made her heartache. She didn't want to talk to him or even look at him, but when she felt the weight of his gloved hand on her lower back, she flinched away, a sob escaping past her lips.

Jareth stumbled back slightly; shocked to see the state Sarah was in. She was pale and her face was puffy from crying. She looked exhausted and heartbroken.

"My darling, please, tell me what's happened." He pleaded, trying to comfort her by gently pulling her into his arms.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped, pushing him away from her. "And don't you dare call me darling!"

Jareth blinked, taken aback by her outburst. "Sarah, why are you acting like this? Tell me what's happened so I can fix whatever it is I've done to upset you."

Sarah scoffed. "Oh, so you have no clue what you could have possibly done to make me feel like this?"

Jareth was becoming irritated now. How in god's name was he meant to know what had upset her if she didn't tell him? Yes, he picked up on her emotions just as she did his, but he was not a mind reader, for goodness sakes.

"Obviously not, or I wouldn't be asking."

Sarah folded her arms. The heartbreak she'd been feeling only moments ago was suddenly being replaced with extreme anger and she wasn't sure how to restrain herself.

Then again, why should she restrain herself? She had a damn good reason for feeling like this!

"Well, then, sire, allow me to explain it to you." She walked to his desk, picking up the letter she'd been reading a short while ago. She opened it, watching as the color drained from Jareth's face.

He looked like he was going to pass out. Sarah did her best to stay strong and not try to comfort him. After all, she was the victim in this situation.

"Do not give up hope! I believe in the Kingdom that you once had. I believe that you can regain the power over Sarah and restore all back to its original state."Sarah read Lilium's words aloud, her eyes filling with tears again.

Jareth swallowed hard, guilt crossing his features. "Sarah, I-"

"Oh, just wait; this isn't even the best of it." She interrupted, throwing down the letter and retrieving the journal from where she'd dropped it on the floor earlier.

"Of course, I used this opportunity to my advantage. I played her. I gave her a nice room and I believe she thinks I've changed. Sarah, Sarah, just you wait and see just how cruel I can be. I will not take advantage of this opportunity after what you did to me and my Kingdom. I will make sure you get your comeuppance." Sarah read aloud, tears streaming freely down her face now.

Jareth just stood there, his expression contorted with guilt and grief. It was the worst feeling in the world, to hate yourself for the way you used to be, but having the one person you loved most in the world, find out the darkest, most horrible things about you, that was hard.

Before he had a chance to speak, Sarah turned to the next page, angrily reading the next entry.

"It seems that Sarah has only become more of a spoilt brat in the last few years. I almost regretted letting her come back here! However, I finally got through to her. I managed to get her to sign the document, as well. Feeling pleased with myself. What a foolish child she is. Doesn't she know never to sign deals with the devil?"

Sarah was sobbing now – and her sobs only increased as she continued to read out what Jareth had written about her in his journal.

"-stopping myself from ravishing her only seems to have helped our relationship grow. She believes me to be honorable and considerate of her feelings because I stopped things from going further between us."

She avidly turned the next few pages, and then began reading another entry. "Making rapid progress with Sarah. I'm almost certain she feels something for me now. Won't be long now I can tell. My victory is imminent."

"Enough!" Jareth cried, sick of hearing his own words on Sarah's tongue. "Sarah... please, I need you to listen to me-"

"No, you need to listen to me!" She screamed, throwing down the journal. "Y-you tricked me! How could you have done this to me?! Everything I thought we shared together- falling in love over moments I believed to be real – they were all completely planned and made to happen so that I would fall for you! None of it was real!"

"Sarah, I know how it seems but-"He started, trying to explain but Sarah interrupted him again.

"It's exactly as it seems!" She cried, throwing her arms up in the air.

Jareth approached her, gripping her arms. He gazed down at her, his eyes filled with unleashed tears. "It is... yes, it is exactly as it seems, but Sarah, I swear to you, I never wanted to hurt you..."

"Don't even bother trying to do this." She sobbed, suddenly the heartache was returning and she felt it crumbling down on her like a ton of bricks. She wriggled her way out of his grasp and stood by the window again, trying to breathe easily as the need to throw up once again occurred.

Jareth watched her leaning with her head out of the window, her shoulders hitching.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he'd done this to her. The pain he'd felt in his heart while in his chambers had been her pain, and it was because of him.

Because he had broken her heart.

How was he ever going to show her how sorry he was? How was he going to let her know that he genuinely had fallen in love with her, even if it was true that he'd planned a lot of their bonding moments? How was he going to convince her that he'd struggled to stick to the plan right from the start? Because he loved her and had loved her since the beginning, even if he had been blind to his feelings for so long.

Did he even deserve her forgiveness for what he'd done to her? He realized he probably didn't, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to acknowledge his wrongdoings and apologize for what he'd done.

"Sarah... I don't know what to say..." He started in a weak voice, approaching her slowly. "I never wanted to hurt you, I just... I didn't see a way out. I'm not trying to justify what I did, I was so wrong for what -"

"I want to go home."

Jareth stared at her back, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sarah..."

"I want to go home...back to my world." She continued, her voice quivering as she spoke.

Jareth felt as if he'd been stabbed in the chest. He couldn't let her go, he couldn't. He'd surely die without her near him.

"Sarah... please, Sarah, I love you... I love you more than anything - more than anyone in the universe." He whispered, watching as Sarah turned to face him, big tears rolling down her cheeks.

He fell to his knees in front of her, gazing up at her as she gazed down at him.

Jareth had never knelt at anybody's feet but Sarah's, but surprisingly, he felt no shame in doing so.

He watched as she took a deep shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a few moments as if she were fighting with herself.

He grasped her shaking hands in his own, gazing up at her with tears shining in his eyes. "Sarah," He whispered, swallowing hard as he fought against his surging emotions. "I kneel before you and I beg you, with all of my heart, to forgive me. Please don't leave me, Sarah..."

Sarah kept her head held high even as the tears streamed down her cheeks, her shoulders hitching as she sobbed. She had known it was going to be difficult but seeing him on his knees with tears in his beautiful eyes; it was almost too much for her to bear.

"How can you even ask me to reconsider?" She whispered, sharply. "You've done nothing but lie to me... you've treated me like a lab rat in a cruel experiment! Getting me to fall in love with you! and all so you could regain your power over me?!" She sobbed, trying to pull her hands from his. He only gripped them tighter, holding on to her for dear life.

"Sarah, you have to believe me when I say that it was my motive at first, yes. I brought you here with only the intention of regaining my power over you. Yes, I was cruel for even considering the awful things I planned on doing to overpower you...but my heart was changed, Sarah. No longer than a few weeks after you'd been living here with me, I knew I couldn't go ahead with the plan. I couldn't do it...you sought out the only soft part of my heart and touched it. You've taught me what love is, Sarah. You've shown me, love even when I didn't deserve it. You've changed me..."

He clasped her hand a little tighter, bringing it to his lips, pressing a flurry of kisses upon it before he choked out a sob. "Don't leave me...I cannot imagine a day passing without you here. Everything I am now is because of you." He said, unashamed as his voice cracked with emotion.

Jareth couldn't remember the last time he'd cried so openly before anybody. When was the last time he'd properly cried? Perhaps it was when his father had died. But he had to admit that even the passing of his father wasn't as painful as the thought of losing Sarah.

Sarah's lip trembled when she heard his voice break, but she took a shuddering breath, concentrating on all the reasons why she was doing this. She had to be strong.

"I just...can't look at you in the same way, anymore. You're a completely different person than I thought. I gave you everything, Jareth... I gave you my heart, my body, and my soul. I trusted you, more than I've ever trusted anybody before... but you deceived me. Even when you had the chance to tell me, you didn't. You are nothing like the man I thought you were..." Her heart twisted painfully in her chest when he squeezed his eyes shut, a tear trickling from the corner, slowly working its way slowly down his sculptured face.

"You've proven to be just as the book described you...evil." She roughly yanked her hands from his, watching through teary eyes as he lowered his head, his shoulders hitching as if he were struggling to breathe.

For a few moments' they didn't speak. Jareth stayed there, on his knees, with his head hung low, and Sarah stood in front of him, keeping her head held high, even as she sobbed.

Suddenly, Jareth stood, grabbing her arms. "You belong here! You said so yourself when I first brought you here. You stood in my office and you told me that you belonged here. Sarah, your world has nothing to offer you!" He shouted, any reminisce of the calm resolve he'd been trying to hold up; suddenly all came crumbling down at once.

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing the lump in her throat as he pressed her against the wall, holding her hands up above her head as he leaned down, kissing over her neck in such a desperate way.

She choked out a sob and fought against his tight grip, for if he was to continue this, she'd lose all her strength to leave him, and that was something she could not do. "Get off me, Goblin King," She pleaded, fresh tears running down her cheeks.

Jareth stilled almost immediately, pulling back enough to gaze into her eyes. For a few moments, his lips parted but no words fell. It was as if he was trying to find the words, but could not express them. His pale eyes searched hers; desperately seeking something within them, something he had once seen whenever he looked upon her, but now struggled to see even a glimpse of it.

"I beg you not to call me that...how can you call me that? After everything-"

"After everything you've done, Goblin King is the only name you'll be getting out of me. That's all you are to me now, just an evil King from a story!" She hadn't meant to say that - It wasn't true. She still loved him more than anything, but Jareth treating her as if it were she who'd done wrong by not using his name had angered her.

Speaking his name was something that Sarah associated with the man she'd loved, with the man she'd been engaged to, with the man she'd once trusted beyond measure. Calling him that now, after everything she'd found out, it just seemed wrong.

Jareth stared at her, his eyes searching hers as his lip trembled. "You don't mean that, Sarah... I know you don't, but if that is all you want me to be, then that is exactly what I shall be...just a King from a fairytale you read as a child..."

Sarah watched as he stepped back from her, the warmth from where his body had been pressed against hers was gone, and already, she found she missed it.

She choked out a sob, lowering her gaze towards the ground once more.

After a few moments, Jareth managed to calm down somewhat. He closed the distance between them again, though this time he did not back her into the wall, but instead gently took her hands in his own. The soft-touch of leather against her skin made her want to cry harder. How could she live without the gentle warmth of his touch?

When he spoke, his voice was colder, yet still, a lingering sadness hid beneath it. "Make the damn wish and mean it, Sarah. Only then shall I send you home without a word to persuade you to do otherwise. But know this; Sarah, your life in the above will never be as it was before. You've been touched by magic, it flows within you and always will, now. I don't ever want you to suffer, but you will... no man will satisfy you, no man will love your heart and soul as I do... if you can live with that knowledge, that you wished yourself away from the one who'd have loved you until the word fell down, then I'll send you home."

Sarah's sucked in a shaky breath as another tear ran down her cheek. She gazed at him, her heart hammering in her chest as she stared at the man she still loved. Yes, he'd broken her heart, her trust, and everything else, but she still loved him. And that was exactly why she had to leave.

"You forget, sire, that it was you who did this. It was you who brought me here, deceived me, and broke me, taking away everything from me, including my heart. You pushed us apart, Goblin King. You alone are to blame for the situation you have put us in. I take no shame in wishing myself away from you."

She took a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes to block out the view of the man before her. It would be too painful to watch his expression while she said these next words. "I wish that the King of the Goblins would...take me back to the above, to my home... right now."

When Sarah opened her eyes again, she found Jareth was still stood in front of her, his expression unreadable. The wind picked up around them, and Sarah watched in awe as his leather waistcoat and black poets shirt transformed into the same intimidating armor she remembered so well. The very same he'd worn when she'd first met him in her parents' bedroom after wishing Toby away.

The room around them began to spin, the ground shaking beneath her unstable feet. She reached out and clutched his cloak as the room began to spin around her, making her nauseous. Her vision blurred, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the urge to puke.

In her distress, she failed to notice the warmth of his arms wrapping around her, holding her protectively against him as she clung to him for fear of falling.

Only a few moments later, the air around her changed once more. It was cold and crisp, and in the air hung the faint scent of what Sarah recognized to be magic.

The smell of burning wood mixed with the smell of fresh air after a rainstorm, little hints of patchouli and something else, something that could only be described as magic itself. You'd never know the smell unless you'd been touched by magic before.

Once her head had stopped spinning, and the dreadful need to throw up began to fade, Sarah slowly looked up at the man she still so desperately clung onto. He was gazing down at her, his expression was once again pained, filled with regret and longing.

She swallowed hard and unclenched her fist from his cloak, but noticed Jareth's arms were still locked around her waist. Regretfully, he released her, and she stepped back from him until they were at an easy distance.

Thunder clashed around them and rain began to pour down from the darkness of the night sky. Neither of them cared that they were getting soaked.

After a few silent moments of staring at each other, Sarah turned around, swallowing the lump of nerves in her throat when she was faced with the house she'd grown up in - the house she'd so desperately wished herself away from. Oh, how strange it was to see her father's car parked outside, to see her brothers' swing moving with the rough, wild wind.

"It's not too late for you to change your mind..." He whispered from behind her, but his voice held no hope. "I wish I could take you back to the castle right now...and spend the rest of my existence making you know how much I regret what I've done. "

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut again, then, taking in a deep breath, she turned back to face the man she'd once called her fiancé.

"I can't change my mind... everything I said still stands, Goblin King..." She felt tears burn in her eyes and quickly looked away from him, for if she continued to stare, she'd surely crumble.

He was silent for a few moments, but soon he spoke again. "To make it easier on you, I have brought you here at exactly the same time and day as it was when we left the Underground. Which means it won't be so hard for you to adjust... I have also sent word to your parents, letting them know that you are coming home." He said weakly, quietly.

"Thank you." Sarah whispered but didn't meet his gaze.

Another cold gust of wind whipped around them, and Sarah staggered, struggling to stay on her feet.

Jareth went to take her into his arms and carry her indoors, but when he approached her, she lifted a hand, stopping him. Shaking her head, she whispered."Please... don't."

Jareth took a step back from her, sadness in his heart as he watched her grip onto the white picket fence surrounding her childhood home to try and keep herself from falling.

Despite her refusing to make eye contact with him, Jareth noticed the tears in them. Whenever the light from the street lamp shone in her face he saw the wet sparkle of tears rolling down her cheeks. He also noticed how she seemed even paler than she had before. That worried him.

His heart twisted painfully in his chest when it dawned on him once more that those tears were of his own doing. He'd done this to her when he'd promised her that he'd never hurt her; that he never wanted to be the cause of her tears. And yet, here she was, sobbing and pale, struggling to even keep herself on her feet.

His beautiful bride-to-be was gone, and in her stead, was a broken woman. A woman he'd broken with his stupidity.

He hated himself. He hated himself for what he'd done. And he hated himself for trying to get her to stay with him. He didn't deserve her love, he never had. Sarah was the most beautiful soul he'd ever met, and he truly was the worst man alive for not only trying to trick her in the beginning but for not telling her about it when he had the chance.

"I love you," The words fell past his lips before he'd even realized he was speaking. "And I'm so sorry... for everything. I can only promise you that nothing I did was really for revenge, but for the desperate need to save my Kingdom and my subjects. I hope that you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me..."

Sarah looked into his face then, and immediately wished she hadn't. Jareth was standing in front of her again; the sincerity of his apology was shining in his eyes, tears glistening within them when she met his gaze.

Time seemed to stand still when he moved closer, and he closed the distance between them when she didn't back away. Placing his hands gently on her waist, he pulled her to him, kissing her lips tenderly. The caress was gentle and loving, but also desperate.

In the few brief moments that they were in each other's arms again, everything almost felt alright again. It was only as the loud rumble of thunder surrounded them again that Sarah realized herself.

She sobbed against his lips, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him away from her before she lost herself to him forever.

Jareth stumbled back, breathless, and defeated.

Sarah looked down at her feet, blinking as the raindrops trickled down her forehead and into her eyes. "I have to respect myself." She reminded herself in a hushed tone.

Jareth stared at her for a moment and then, just as he opened his mouth to speak, Sarah spoke first, her voice raised against the rain, wind, and thunder.

"Just leave... respect my decision to leave you and understand my reasons for it. A day won't pass where I won't think of you. I love you and I always will... but what you've done is something I can't look past. I trusted you so completely and you deceived me... used me. I have to respect myself and know that I was strong enough to turn away from you... if I was to stay, I'd be going against my own better judgment."

Jareth swallowed hard, taking several steps away from her. He knew this was it now. Sarah had wished herself back and to stay here trying to get her to return with him would be pointless.

He had to respect her choice, no matter how much it broke his heart to leave her.

In the distance a dog barked, bringing Sarah back to the reality of where she was. Looking towards her childhood home, she noticed the light in the porch was on. Had they seen her outside? Had they heard her voice in the night air?

She watched as a shadowy figure stood in the window, pulling back the curtains to look out on the street she stood in.

A mixture of feelings surrounded her when she recognized her father's face from the window. He was looking for her - she just knew he was.

Jareth watched her as she gazed at her childhood home. She looked so vulnerable. Her dark wet hair clung to her face, her clothing, - which he had magically changed with magic - was soaked and it stuck to her slim frame. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and take her back to the castle, taking his time in taking care of her and helping her get warm by the fire.

The realization that he wasn't going to have evenings like that anymore made him want to break down and cry. How would he ever fill the hole in his heart when she was gone?

He realized then, that he had to leave. If he stayed here a moment longer, he wasn't sure he'd have the strength to leave her at all.

He knew there was no point in long goodbyes, it would only hurt them both more than what was necessary. So before he could change his mind, he stepped back, conjuring a crystal in his gloved hand. He whispered a transportation spell and immediately felt himself being pulled back to his own realm.

Sarah turned back to face Jareth and almost reached out to grab him when she noticed him fading in front of her.

"Goodbye..." He whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. "And I'm sorry..." tears sparkled in his pale eyes, and Sarah could have sworn she saw a tear trickle down his cheek before he vanished completely.

Sarah stood there, watching the tiny specks of glitter swirling around in the air and rain where he'd been standing only moments ago.

He was gone.

He was actually gone.

"Jareth..." his name slipped from her lips just before she fell to her knees in the street. Now that he was gone, she'd never felt so alone in all her life.

She sobbed into her hands even as she faintly heard the voice of her father calling to her from the front door.

She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe, let alone answer her Father's calls.


Robert ran through the rain towards his daughter. He didn't care that his perfectly clean and ironed pajamas, robe, and slippers where getting soaked by the rain, all he cared for was his daughter. His precious daughter that he had not seen for almost two years.

When he approached her, he noticed she'd vomited on the pavement beside her, her shoulders hitching as she gagged, obviously trying to be sick again.

He swallowed hard, kneeling next to her on the wet pavement. He tried not to feel hurt when she didn't even seem to register that he was beside her. It wasn't her fault. She'd just had her heartbroken.

"Sarah..." He whispered, gently gathering her up n his arms. "I've got you, sweetheart. Dad's here, honey..."

The feeling of her father's arms surrounding her did comfort her more than she expected. The sound of his voice brought her back to reality somewhat, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

Robert held her to him for a few moments then scooped her up and carried her indoors. He was surprised by how lightweight she was. Perhaps it wasn't just her broken heart that made her sob; maybe it was because she was sick.

Well, whatever was wrong with her, Robert was determined to take care of her now that she was home again.


AN: Well, it happened. Sarah's back in the Above. Did any of you predict that this was going to happen? I figured that Sarah needed her family right now. In the Underground, aside from Hoggle, Ludo, and Didymus, (and they wouldn't really understand her situation, anyway), she has nobody. At least in her world, she has Diane, Toby, and her Father.

Anyway, I'm sorry to post such a depressing chapter, but it had to be done. :(

Feel free to let me know your thoughts on this chapter and your hopes for future chapters! I'm always open to new ideas even though I have the ending for this story, already. I really am interested to hear if you guys have any specific ideas or hopes on what you want to happen.

Thanks so much for reading and I really hope I haven't depressed you all too much! *hugs*

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