Almost

Sarah and Jareth were busy packing up her things, mainly her clothes and books. Jareth was in charge of the books and notebooks. Sarah wanted her clothes to not be seen by anyone, especially Jareth.

"Well I'm almost through in here," Sarah called, walking into the den. She saw Jareth sitting on the couch, reading a book of poetry. "I thought you were packing?" she picked at him. She looked at the box he was supposed to be putting the things into. It was half full.

"I became interested in this book. I've noticed that you've added a few lyrics to it. 'As the World Falls Down' and 'Within You'. They sound vaguely familiar," Jareth said. "Well if you look past the titles, you'll see that they aren't your songs."

Jareth smiled at her and set the book in the box. Sarah closed her eyes. She began reciting a poem:

"Twirling, turning

Spinning, and dancing

Now is a time for

Lovers to be romancing

As the time seems to stop

My love places a kiss on my crown

And we holed each other close

As the world falls down

There's a sad pain

Deep in my eyes

A kind of pale jewel

Gazing up at the skies

There was a fooled love

Growing so fast

In search of new dreams

Someone who'll last

As the hurt sweeps through

Would make no sense for you

My lips will never frown

As the world falls down

Twirling, turning

Spinning, and dancing

Now is a time for

Lovers to be romancing

As the time seems to stop

My love places a kiss on my crown

And we hold each other close

As the world falls down"

Jareth was mesmerized. Her words flowed through his veins as fresh, new blood. She smiled, her eyes still closed.

"That was…truly…beautiful," Jareth whispered.

Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up at him. "Thank you," she said quietly.

That poem made Jareth long to dance, like they did in the crystal. Which brought another thing to mind.

"Well, I think that we're done…" Sarah said. She had just finished packing the books.

"Alright." Jareth waved his hand over the luggage and it disappeared. "Hold on," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"For as long as you'll hold me," Sarah thought, resting her head on Jareth's shoulder.

Their surroundings altered, and Sarah looked into the room she was in this morning; her room, now. She looked up at Jareth, who still hadn't let her go. And she didn't want him to.

"Sarah…" he whispered, gazing deep into her eyes. As they drew closer, Sarah felt that she was finally home.

Their eyes closed as their lips were barely an inch away. Sarah's heart was pounding against her rib cage, and she knew that Jareth's was, also.