Well, hello there, my little Peachlets. (Peachlets. I like that.) I hope you are fairing well. Another chapter for you. We are SO CLOSE to ending this story... it's crazy! I am getting excited, and... really sad. I can't believe it. It's a weird feeling. But I am enjoying the ending of the story. Only a few chapters left.
My heart is beating so fast.
Okay. Enough. Read. Enjoy.
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Eyes are closed, lips are bitten, gasps inhaled. Hands. Hands doing sensational things. The way that they hold her down. The way they slither up and down her abdomen. It's a feeling she can never forget. They find their way around her body with such expertise, enticing every sense of hers, right down to every cell in her body. He caresses her, kisses her, tastes her, teases her, his hands travel up her bare legs, her tummy, her breasts, and her back.
He entices her further, moving, ever, so slowly up her collarbone, fingers trailing up to her neck, tickling her insides, and eventually finding their way to her flushed cheeks. She repays in kind, reacting to this moment. She wants to return the favor. The touch drowns out her mind. She, struggles for the will to stay diligent. She moans as she feels the hands drizzle down her hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Drenched in an embrace, breaths as ghastly as the howling wind, and the feeling of skin against another's dull nails pulls on the tug of desire. It is almost too much to bear as she grasps onto him for dear life as he holds her ever so much closer.
A touch... a breath... a gasp... her lips... his tongue... the torture... the agony...
The brilliance!
Hushed words are said in deep darkness as such whispers are promised. The smoothest and most gentle lips caress her neck as her head falls back with a bestowing breath. She invites gentle eccentricities and she feels hands snake up to her arms, binding them in a congealing trap. Bolts of emotions soar through her body. Their senses and forms bind together in a senseless race against time. Tension rises in inexcusable forms. All feeling is numb, yet every touch burst through their thriving skin.
They come together.
A gasp, a nip, a touch, a cry...
They become one.
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...A baby cries in the distance...
Sarah awakens with a jolt. The screaming in her ears is very sudden and frightens her eyelids open. She looks around with frantic eyes and ragged breaths. Her ears are ringing, the crying is unbearable. She gasps and winces in pain as she holds her ears closed to save herself from the ear-shattering crying in her mind. The sound blocks any sort of cognitive thought. She cries in pain. She shakes her head hoping to rid the icy hot feeling at the back of her head. Her shoulders tense. The crying doesn't stop. She holds her head as if her brain were going to explode from her cranium. She hisses and tears up as she curls in a ball. Icy hot pain slivers up from her spine into her mind and it causes her to shed tears of agony.
"Lift your head," a sudden voice calls to her. The sound of the voice soothes her mind of only a little.
"W-what?" she is barely able to hear anything. "It hurts!"
"Let me see your head," the voice is just as calm. Sarah tries to follow command, slowly lifting her head. Any movement feels like her brain is splitting in two. Her face lifts from the long threads of her hair and he lays a bare and warm hand upon her head. She feels a strong source of power flow through from his hand and into her forehead, swiftly drowning out the noise. This sensation causes the crying to echo away and the pain quickly melts like the wax of a candle. She is able to feel fast relief as the adrenaline of her pain recedes from her body like a ghost.
She is weakened by relief and leans her whole body onto his in exhaustion. She roughly exhales smiling at the absence of pain. Her body collapses with the waste of energy that was just used as an attack on her subconscious. The aura around Sarah tells her that it is Jareth that holds her with strong arms. He holds her close, giving her time to adjust to the healing in her mind. She can feel his bare chest up against her own. Upon feeling his warmth, her body melts onto his, and almost back into slumber.
No longer wishing to sleep, Sarah mutters up some kind of strength to push against him and sit upright. Heavily inhaling, she pulls her fingers through her hair to toss it back behind her. She looks to see his shirtless form sitting on the bed, ready to catch her as she sways back and forth.
"Good morning, starshine," Jareth says looking to her with a slight grin.
She looks down to see that her tattered dress had been replaced by a silk, slimmed strapped nightgown that is cold and soft to the touch.
"What... in the hell was that?" She can't hide her sleepy voice.
"Magic working at its best, my love." He replies as he stands from the bed.
"No, I mean the baby," she sighs, "I've... been hearing a baby crying for what seems like ages." She holds onto her head again.
"You hear the cries of the wish-away that I have had in my possession for the past seventeen hours." He starts to make his way to the other side of the room. "The magic that I speak of is your inner ear being able to hear the child no matter how far you may be." A white poet's shirt hangs nicely over an embroidered chair that is set with a desk. "You may recall the same sensation when you had first entered into my world with this power. Young Toby was less than pleasant when it came to his crying. Luckily, it didn't take much to get him to stop."
"A wish-away?" She shakes her head at a clouded memory. "I can hear the cries of wished away children?" Her eyes grow with the horrid thought.
"Only while you are in my kingdom. All Wishers are granted this ability upon entering the Labyrinth, and I let all of you keep this gift. You are not the first human to return here and sense this power."
Sarah's eyes blink ferociously as memories flood over her eyes. "I remember..." she thinks hard, "a... room."
Her concentrated face amuses her lover. "Do you?"
"It was... a large room, a warn down room... covered in vines and nature," she slowly remembers, "and a crib in it... with a baby-"
"Yes. That is where I found you before the first sleeping spell was cast on you." He continues to dress.
"That was a wished away baby?" Her eyes grow sad.
"Yes."
"What about the runner?"
"Gone."
"No-" she gasps as her hands hide her shocked face.
"This is how it is done, Sarah."
"But... it- it's just-Wait... hold on," she stands, remembering something, "is that what last night was..?"
"Pardon?" He slightly turns to her regard.
"That-" she struggles to say. "Last night... what we did..."
He lifts a brow "Have sex-"
"-that was just another spell to get me to go back to sleep?" She asks almost in demand as she tilts her head. The trails of her hair fall beautifully around her eyes. "It was wasn't it?"
He slowly approaches her. "As I recall, you were the one to pull me into bed with you." He pulls his hand up to caress her cheek. She deeply inhales, struggling not to abide by his touch.
She tries to continue. "How do I know that is wasn't you did something to me to... make me... want-"
He closes the space around her. He can sense that his presence excites her, and he likes the sight of her struggling to keep her composure.
"At the time my only goal was to get you out of your clothes and close to me." He loosens the knotted string at the breast of her nightgown. "It is no fault of mine that you had taken to slumber after such a feat." His voice hums in her ear, causing her insides to shiver in anticipation. "I can't really blame you," his voice hums, "Combine your exhaustion with endless strokes and thrusts... nips and tucks-"
"You're doing it again. You're using magic to sway my thinking." Embarrassed, she wants to look away, but he keeps her close.
"Aye, magic is very much involved." He starts to gently sway her as if they are moving to soft music. "But I can assure you this magic around us is not mine." Her cheeks grow a soft shade of red.
Is Sarah doing this?
She struggles, "I... I'm not-"
He continues. "I don't mind succumbing to this kind of spell, at all." His lips kiss hers ferociously. His hands are so warm and soft as they comb through her long hair. Her hands have taken control over her mind and she feels her way up under his loosened shirt and softly trails her cat-like nails up and around his back, causing a pleasant reaction from him that just urges her insides to set ablaze. But he pulls her away as if he feels nothing. He looks to her with eyes of a different nature, and her eyes question his new motive to move away from her.
She blinks in confusion as he continues to walk away. Why did he suddenly stop?
"How long was I asleep this time?" Sarah asks as she watches him dress for the day. She holds her arms close to her as she feels the chilled air in the room. Her shivers are more of a reaction in loneliness than in temperature.
"6 hours and 42 minutes my time. 3 hours and 21 minutes your time," he replies as he straightens out the cuff of his sleeve, "you still have time to sleep before Alister returns for you."
"W-what?"
"He travels in different directions when he plans a visit, but I told him to be quick this time." he continues, putting on the leather glove he had taken off to help her. He is unable able to face her.
"And... what does he want with me?" Sarah crosses her arms, knowing full well that she will not like what he has to say.
His sudden eye contact is chilling. "He is coming to take you home."
Her heart sinks.
"Jareth-"
"You needn't be here."
"But I-"
"You need to be with your brother." He finishes his ensemble with a dark-colored satin vest that wraps around his torso.
"I came here because of my brother."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!" She approaches him. "He's dying, Jareth." Again he evades her eyes. "He's dying and... I know it's because of the magic. If magic is what put him under, can't magic take him out of it?" she pleads.
"Sarah-"
"I know Karen," she continues, "and she will not want him to suffer. She will pull the plug. I don't have much time. I need you to-"
"To what?" He turns to her in an instant. "To fix it? To snap my fingers and pretend like nothing has happened?" His voice grows in anger. "You think it's that easy?"
Her eyes become fearful as she backs away. "I... I don't know..."
"Of course you don't. Because you are ignorant!" His voice grows as his eyes grow dark. "It's always so easy for you humans. You all think that magic is easily contained. You think that with a blink of an eye anything can be fixed." His anger causes him to shout. "Stupid thoughtless humans have no idea what it is like to sit and watch a youngling ruin the lives of many because she thought she could do anything. Francesca has the mind of the thoughtless human and was bewitched by one, too. Of course, she thought she could do it!"
His shouting causes Sarah to tremble and cower to the other side of the room. She is far away from him now. He sighs a heavy sigh, seeing the effect he is beginning to have on her.
"Magic comes with a heavy price," his voice calms once more.
She grows the courage to step closer to him. "Jareth..." she struggles to whisper. "I'm sorry..." She kicks herself on how she could be so thoughtless.
He approaches her. She still trembling in fear. She tries to back a little further, but he gathers her shaking arms with care. "If magic is not correctly handled or contained, chaos ensues." He pulls her close. "If I had the power to fix it I would," he wraps his arms around Sarah to ease her fear, "but it is not my magic to fix. It is Francesca's-" he suddenly halts his speech. He doesn't wish to speak any further.
Sarah can sense his reluctance. This whole time, she has yet to ask. She looks up to him. "How bad is she?"
"Not well, last I was told..." She is close enough to hear the slightest shake in his speech. "She is close to death." His head lowers to a whisper. "Stupid girl."
Sarah hears his struggling words. She is starting to see wear and tear behind the mask of a strong king. He is not afraid to show weakness to her. Her heart woes for his. All she wants to do is hold him.
She finds the strength to hand him a sad smile. She can relate to being a stupid girl. "Girls do stupid things for the ones they love." She returns the feeling and wraps her arms around him to return some kind of warmth she hopes to give him.
"This is why you need to leave."
Her heart sinks. She doesn't want to press on any toes, but she doesn't want to leave him alone. She looks to him and sees grief and exhaustion stricken upon what used to be laugh lines on his face. She can feel the guilt pouring out of him and enveloping them both. She hates to see him like this. She wants to do something. Anything.
Sarah continues to hear the endless cry of the baby. "The baby is still crying."
Jareth takes a moment to compose himself. "Indeed," he inhales as he releases her. Back to business. "She slept only a human hour while the child was running, but has refused sleep after that."
Sarah is almost afraid to ask her next question. "What is going to happen to her?"
"I cannot start the dormant process until she falls asleep."
"Dormant process?"
"The proper name of this dormant process is called "Intrusive Torpordation". Through this process, the subject is placed into an isolated chamber and is put to sleep for a time."
"What is this for?" Sarah asks unknowing of how shocked she sounds.
"It is to ready the wish-away for their remaining life in this world- the beginning's- or a transformative state for a human-fae- a Fare-fae, as it were."
"Fare-fae?"
"That is what we call a human wish-away."
Sarah thinks hard on this information. "So... that is that the political term for goblins?"
Jareth sighs a little dramatically. "My goblins are not the product of wish-away prospects. And I am going to bog the person who started that rumor." His reply is complete with a large eye roll. "This job is not nearly as fun."
"Then... what happens to them? Where do they go? What would have happened to Toby?"
"Would you like to see the baby?" Jareth changes the subject.
Sarah pauses at the request. She lets the question sink in for a moment. "...Me?"
"That is what you are leading up to, isn't it?"
She looks away in a blush. Is her desire that noticeable? "Am I allowed to?"
"Why not? I'm sure you are eager and curious. This small thing has been screaming in your mind all night."
"I don't know if there may be some... human-fae-underground-goblin king rule stuck in some rulebook in some magical library somewhere?"
His grin is a smug one. "That sounds quite mystical... But no. It would actually be quite welcome." his arms loosen around her. "Perhaps the touch of a nurturing human woman's hands will get her to sleep." He pulls one of her hands up. "You were always so good with children." he pecks a kiss upon the top of her hand.
She pulls it away with attitude, "All right, sassy pants. Lead the way." Sarah is not amused by the last comment.
"Here," he quips as he pulls his arm out into the air and snaps his fingers. Out of thin air spawns a long and dark robe that matches her nightgown. "The halls can be quite chilly." He states as he opens the bust to wrap around the lady's arms. She slips the garment on with ease as she feels the warmth."
"Thank you. It is pretty cold in here, why is that?"
"The winter can release some cold days," he says as he leads them out of the room.
"But... it's spring..."
"In your world." That statement quiets any other comment from Sarah as he leads her on.
It doesn't take long for them to find the door to the baby's room. "This is the main nursery for the children wished away here." He opens the long corridor to the same room that Sarah had seen in her memories. In the middle of the room sits a beautifully carved crib, just as she had remembered, but she looks around to see the rest of the room. She expected to see the room to be run down, cold, and too dangerous for any child to stay in. But as she looks up, all of the vines and trees and leaves are decorative. The room is warm and inviting. There are toys for children of all ages, and there are a few beds for older kids.
"I don't remember the room looking like this."
"I have spells in every doorway for intruders. I am glad that I caught you before the Torpordation had started on you."
"So that was the first spell you put on me."
"It was accidental, but yes, it was."
The poor baby still cries. The cry is a fearful one. She is scared. She is tired. Sarah is finally able to see the baby that the runner had failed to rescue.
"Her crying is woeful. She want's to return to normal surroundings. ~Hi there!" her disposition instantly takes a 180 turn as soon as she sees the baby's face. Her voice rises and she is very smiley. "~Oh, you sweet, sweet baby!" Her voice causes the infant to lower her tears. She goes to pick up the baby.
Jareth instantly stops her. "Be wary, my love," he warns, "for the spell of a baby is stronger than that of any fae."
The crying continues, "I think I know how to do this." Her smile never leaves as she scoops in to pick up the beautiful little baby girl. The baby settles down a little more, welcoming the woman to pick her up. "What's her name?" Sarah's beautiful emerald eyes sparkle at the question. Her eyes have changed drastically upon seeing the baby. Jareth's breath is caught in his throat.
Her eyes are enchantingly beautiful.
He already knew this information, sure. But with the baby in her arms, this is a picture that he wishes would never leave his mind.
Still, he needs to stay in the present.
"I will not tell you her name."
Sarah's smile fades as if he had hurt her feelings. "What? Why?"
"Because you will grow attached... if you aren't already." he chuckles as he notices the baby's cries start to subside. Sarah continues to smile and coos at the infant.
"Was it a sibling?" Her eyes glance back up at him.
"Yes." He nods knowing her question. "He was a little boy."
"Stupid. Stupid, children." She huffs in anger, "if I could go back in time..." she mutters to a silence, regretting her past.
"I know,"
Her demeanor grows darker for the welfare of this child. She starts to grow protective and angry. "Why?" she suddenly asks, cradling the baby's head. "Why didn't he try harder? What happened to them?" She looks directly into Jareth's eyes. "Did you do something to steer him off the path?" Her nostrils flare at the thought.
Jareth tilts his head, slightly amused at her change in attitude. "Your "motherly" instincts are kicking in. I suggest you calm yourself."
"This is a baby. A baby that will never get to grow up with her parents. She will never get to know her ungrateful brother. She will never get to see the light of day in her own world again because of him. He is wallowing in his sorrows right now because he knows that he will never see her again. And you want to crack a joke?"
Jareth remains calm. He hadn't realized how much power she had consumed since she has been here. His words are polite. "Sarah, you cannot fix what has already been done. This was not your doing, and there was nothing that you could have done to save the child."
This hits Sarah with like a ton of bricks. She quietly gasps as the child starts to cry again.
"This was, most likely, the best thing that could have happened to the baby." Jareth starts to tell a story. "The home was stark and tattered. There were stains on the walls and a foul smell in the air that consisted of alcohol and human sweat. When I met the child, he was young and scared out of his wits, but thought he knew how to hide it. I noticed a scar on his face, it was fresh and looked painful."
He continues, "Most kids that wish their siblings are much like you were, spoiled little rich kids who didn't get their way and wish people away in vain. Kids like you are privileged and have everything you need and want. These kids- that infant in your arms lead lives that are poor, worthless, and most likely abused. The child was angry and had a low fuse. He thought that he had to run, that it was his punishment for wishing away his little sister, but after about an hour, I told the child that this is a voluntary move on his part and he can leave whenever he wishes. He said that he didn't wish to go back, and that he wanted to be anywhere but in his home. Unfortunately for the boy, there is only one wish-away spell per human. He could have wished himself away, but he only wanted the baby to be out of that house more than he. The human asked if he could see his little sister one last time, and the answer was no."
Sarah's heart wrenches and breaks in pieces at the story as she looks to this baby in her arms. But Jareth is not finished. "The human then spent the remainder of his 13 hours walking in peace within my kingdom, thankful that his little sister can live somewhere new. He had the opportunity to meet creatres and discovered things that he would never even dream of seeing in the human world. I decided to spoil the boy a little and gave him a little more freedom than he should have had. I felt pity for him and gave him a little bit to dream about before he was forced to face the harsh reality of his world once more."
Sarah sits in a rocking chair that had been near. She needed to soak in this incredibly sad story for a little while. She had never considered the thought of any other story to arise. She hadn't given another thought to the fact that there are other runners out there, much less with a story like that.
To some like a young Sarah, Jareth seems to be a monster, whose mean and terrible job is to steal children away, but to others like the boy and this baby, he is an angel and a savior, someone that can potentially save a life. She looks down to the poor baby as she continues to cry. Her cries have been reduced to quiet sniffs and exhausted tears. She is tired, but she tries to find comfort in Sarah's arms. Jareth can see the adoration for this infant in Sarah's face. She hugs the child close, not wanting to let go. The baby finally starts to doze off.
"Seventeen hours and 24 minutes later, and she finally sleeps." Jareth quips seeing the sleepy baby. "You are a natural."
"What now?" She can't stop looking to the beautiful child.
Jareth responds by pulling out a crystal ball from thin air. He holds it flat in his gloved hand and gantly blows on it. The size of the bubble grows, as if he were blowing up a balloon, and Sarah's eyes grow with it. As Jareth releases the large bubble, it floats stagnant in the air and nods to Sarah.
"Would you like to have the honor?"
She starts to worry, not wanting to let the baby go. "I... I don't feel comfortable letting the baby go."
"That is your magic working. It causes whomever possesses the baby to be protective. I told you to be careful.
"She isn't going to be safe in that thing." She refuses to let go of the child.
"I have been doing this for a few centuries now, Sarah. I promise you, she will be safe."
"How long is she going to stay in there? I-is it going to pop?"
"She is an infant. She going to need time to hibernate for a while. This will keep her safe, hidden, and protected. She will be fully nourished and taken care of."
"Jareth..."
"It's hard. I know." He smiles. "I admire your motherly nature. But you need to let her go..." He motions to the bubble. "Go ahead."
Sarah looks to the bubble and deeply inhales. Everything in her being tells her not to put this baby down. She doesn't want to let go. She wants to hold on to this baby forever.
But her heart tells her to trust Jareth.
Looking back and forth to both Jareth and the bubble, she bites her lip trying to hold back a tear. She finally makes her decision and deeply inhales once more. Slowly nodding, she slowly rises the baby in her arms up to the bubble. Jareth softly guides the bubble with one hand while holding Sarah's arm with the other. Sarah watches the bubble float slightly closer to her, sensing the child in need. Finally, the bubble envelopes both of their arms, wrapping it's essence around the baby. Sarah manages to let go as she sees the infant is fast in a deep sleep and floats within the bubble.
She pulls her arms back to her, and Jareth pulls her close as they look up at the sight before them.
"That was very good. You did very well. It is hard to resist the magic of a child." Sarah can't breathe a word with the fear of crying. "I will definitely admit that the first few decades were hard on me, as well." She watches as the bubble slowly floats and fades away into the distance of the darkened room. She bites her lip, regretting her decision. She shakes her head. "I know," he senses her sadness. "but I know what will make you feel better."
She looks to him, tears threatening to fall. "What?"
"Her name is Annabelle."
She can't help but smile.
Annabelle. The wishe-away child. One of many.
Then she remembers Toby.
Growing a voice, she starts to grow a different kind of courage. "I... have to admit that the reason why I was so afraid of Toby growing up was because I was so afraid to lose him so long ago. I can't believe that it is taking me this long, but... I now realize that, although my feelings are valid, I can't keep him from growing up and moving on. I can't keep him out of trouble. He is supposed to get into trouble." She chuckles at the memory of her little brother. "If it weren't for me causing this rebellious streak of his- if I just left him alone and let him do what he needed to do, this never would have happened and everything would be alright." She looks into space as she sheds a tear. "It's my fault for what has happened to both Toby and Francesca." she looks to Jareth with a tearful gaze. "I need to take the blame."
Jareth looks to her as he brushes some of her strands of hair from her, now, tear stained eyes. "Although I appreciate your heroics on my part. You are not to blame. But, I am glad you are finding some closure in all of this." He continues to console her. "I should not have agreed to this trip in the first place. Francesca and I should have never have stepped foot into your world until she was ready. But I was greedy, and she knew how to reel me in to her plan."
"I'm glad you came back. I'm glad you found me." Sarah says leaning into him.
"That isn't what I wanted when I first arrived." She looks to him quizzically. He willingly continues. "When I arrived. I had not planned this outcome... I wanted to hurt you, Sarah." His quiet response causes her to back away from him, ever so slightly.
She asks. "Hurt me..." he nods in regard. "You wanted to cause me harm?"
"Yes." his blunt honesty is almost comforting. "I was petty and cynical, and very angry with you. You beat me. You were the only human to ever beat me. I was little and hateful. I was writhing with a distaste for you, and she knew it. She knew it and used it to her advantage."
"Francesca?" Sarah asks. "But... but she's so-"
"Nice, yes." He chuckles a little too deeply for Sarah's comfort. "I hear that from all the humans. Does she have you all fooled, indeed." Sarah doesn't want to cower. She needs to hear this from him. "So I took the bait. I was to come back and trick you frighten you, I wanted to get back at you, and cause you harm... I was but a child." He pauses.
"But then you met me..." She finishes for him.
"I met you... teased you...held you... spoke with you..." He pulls her chin up for her to see his gaze. "Before I knew it, we were dancing, and somehow, you were the one to bewitch me." He smiles at her. "I told Francesca not to fall in love with a human. I believe that karma has a funny sense of humor."
"So all of the dreams, the mind games, all of it-"
"Was all because I was a spoiled little brat that didn't get what I wanted."
Her eyes never leave his. This new honesty thing is really empowering for her. "What do you want now?" She asks as she starts to feel a gloved hand caress her cheek.
"You. For an eternity." They both smile to one another as they both lean in for a kiss.
"Excuse me..." a meek little voice calls from the side. Jareth and Sarah look to see a familiar elvish female at the doorway of the nursery.
"Alaynia," Jareth nods as he turns to face her.
"Yer majesty, my apologies for the interruption," she curtsies to the couple, "but I have word of Princess Francesca."
"What is it?"
"Her condition has worsened, yer majesty. You are needed right away."
"Oh no," Sarah whispers as she covers her face in shock.
"Alaynia, I want you to reply swiftly. Tell them that I am on my way and that I will be there shortly."
"Yes sir,"
"And Alaynia," she turns back to her king, "if anything is said to them about my mistress, it will be your head."
"Yes sir." She bows in understanding as she turns to leave.
"Mistress-" Sarah is a tad bit offended by that term.
"I need to leave."
"I'm coming." Sarah says gaining Jareth's attention.
"No, you are going to stay here and you are going to wait for Alister. From then, he will take you home."
"Jareth I-"
"You are going home, and that is final."
"Will you just listen-"
"Sarah," she tries his patience as he grasps onto her shoulders. "Things are a mess here. I am under investigation for the attempt at murder of my own blood. I have relatives who want to kill you and your brother for what has happened to her. And there are people out there who would love to use you as leverage to get to me. I am not going to let that happen."
"But- but I..."
"If Francesca dies, I will be charged for murder of the second degree. Do you understand?"
"You don't need to be going through this alone. It isn't your fault." She is persistent.
"You preach on things that you know nothing of. You greatly underestimate my position."
"Jareth. I am in love with you, and I have the courage to do what is right. I want to go."
"No!" He holds tightly to try to get her to understand. "I will not let anything happen to you." He kisses her with a tender heart and a desperate mind. She grabs his face, with vigor. She doesn't want to let go. Releasing her lips, his forehead touches hers. He whispers, "I'm sorry."
This is the last thing Sarah hears before everything around her disappears, including Jareth, and she is left in the dark.
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Don't worry. This is not the last time they are gonna see each other. Alister should be here soon, and we all know what happens when Alister is around. (heheheh) Stay tuned. The next chapter is going to be a fun one. Because, at this point in this story, I am just yelling "fuck it!" and gonna enjoy. Stay tuned!
Cool story: I have had some severe pain in my left arm for almost a month now. I am left handed. I had been writing and working, and the pain grew and grew. So I went to the doctor and I may or may not have a stress fracture. She is being optimistic and put me on some good pain meds to make the swelling go down, but I fear that I will need more than that.
Look, I am not supposed to be writing, but I feel like I have made you guys wait long enough. I know that I am more ready to continue. I have new Labyrinth Fanfiction ideas, but I don't want to start those until I have finished this one. Besides. I have been dragging this poor story along for so long. It is time to start wrapping it up.