"Jareth...?" Sarah's timid voice echoed in the oubliette of her heart and fell flat against the empty room.
"Won't you come this time?" She pressed her hand to her lips in a pensive mockery of tenderness.
"When I fall will you be there to catch me?" biting her lip, she lowered her eyes from the blank windowpane.
A part of her imagined he could hear. That he listened. She hadn't really ever been able to shut that part of herself down completely. Somehow she'd always believed he cared. Who knows, maybe he did.
"I need you. I really do. I'm not bluffing," she uttered under her breath and rubbed her strained eyes.
Sighing, she slowly drifted off into the mundane routine of bedtime preparations.
"Merry Christmas anyway, dear," a corner of her mouth tucked in an afterthought, "and Happy Yule for that matter, you blasted fae."
Turning the lights off she crawled lazily into bed.