Disclaimer: As stated in the previous chapter, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE LABYRINTH, I AM NOT GETTING PAID, THIS IS PURELY FAN FICTIONAL.
Jareth was pacing the throne room; his mind racing. Yet again he'd dreamed about Sarah. But instead of the usual dream – or in his case, nightmare – this one was different. His dreams tended to consist of those six substantially cruel words she spoke in the Escher room. Those six words broke his heart.
This dream, however, consisted of Sarah gazing into the mirror.
Jareth, I need you.
She returned to the Labyrinth, she believed again. The power of the Labyrinth called her, stating she belonged there, in his arms, bathing in the magic of the Underground. She came straight to the castle to find him in his office, watching her through his crystal.
Jareth, I love you. I have always loved you… and always will. You have power over me, as I have power over you.
Then he woke up; his heart attempting to escape from his chest; his brain yielding masses of thoughts. He was thinking of various ways to lure her back, to make her remember. But the most he could think of was if someone wished her away.
But his heart sank. There was no way that would happen. No way would she return to the Labyrinth. No way would she return to him.
Sarah sat on her bed unable to sleep, drowning in thoughts. She sighed.
At least I'm awake to prepare for my new job interview…
Sarah had been stuck in the same dead end job since she left university. Although she used to love books, working in a bookstore was boring. Unable to connect with fiction anymore, she inclined to find herself at the non-fiction side of the store, helping frustrating customers find books on science, politics and history. It wasn't one of the most enlightening jobs, but at least it was money.
After leaving high school at sixteen, she felt disconnected from everyone else her age. She turned to music to make up for the lack of fairy tales in her life. Then she started college, unable to make friends – although people did try, but often ended up disappointed when she couldn't find anything to talk about. She didn't have any passion for anything anymore. Life just went on, regardless anything else. The labyrinth was nothing more than a stupid dream, albeit a dream that had haunted her for so long, or so she had thought, convincing herself it wasn't real. But He had to be real. He had to be…
She had repressed the labyrinth for so long, repressed her feelings about him; his eyes in the ballroom. The way he looked at her, making her feel like she was wanted, cared for, even loved. The way he smirked at her remarks about his labyrinth; surely he must have cared for her.
But, he could have never loved me. He just did it to stall me, to keep me away from Toby so he could be a goblin. Forever… Even if he did make me feel special for so little time; dreams are like that. They're something you crave, deep within you, but they're never real and hardly ever come true.
Even though he had not visited her, nor spoke to her; that made him not real. That made him a dream.
She sauntered over to her vanity desk and pulled out her CV. Double checking was the most she could hope for at this hour.
A/N: I churned this out quicker than I thought. Apologies: this is only short as I wasn't intending to bring it out so soon after the first chapter, and I didn't know how to move onto the next part. But I became quickly inspired. I put off my Uni work (which is so close to deadline) to start and complete this chapter. Hope you enjoyed!
Dracanna: Thank you so much for adding the story to your favourites! I think you may be the first reader :3