Jareth's POV:
It happened in one moment. One second. If I had blinked, I would have missed it.
I would have missed the feeling of falling. Of realising what was happening. Of seeing her, feeling her pick someone else. In one gravity defying moment, Sarah had picked a stranger over me.
At first there had been disbelief. Denial, anger. Confusion. Utter disbelief.
And then came the fear. In the cloud of my emotions, I began to process everything her decision meant. Not only had she picked him, she had left me. And that thought itself spurred another harrowing realisation: she was leaving me to the Middleground. To the sepulchrists.
The thought had barely settled in my mind when I felt them coming. They stripped me from David's body-- my body. I felt them-- their breath cold, but their hands warm and slippery like blood. And in the terror and horror of that moment, I fought back. I tried to kick, to punch, to claw, but they were at every side of my body. Their hands were on every part of my body-- hot, slippery. I drowned in the blood of their hands.
I screamed like I never had before.
It was desperation, it was terror. In complete powerlessness, I screamed her name.
"Sarah! Please!"
She had to hear me. Someone had to hear me.
"Someone help me!"
And in between my screams, my panic, I knew the sepulchrists were taking me back. I knew they were taking me back.
And I knew no one was coming to save me.
They were going to tear me apart. Break me past any breaking point. Flay my flesh from my soul.
No one was coming to save me.
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The Lost and the Lonely
FanfictionSix months after abandoning Jareth in the Middle Ground, Sarah has to reckon with the decision she made. Upon realising that she can't live with having damned a man that she once loved however, Sarah must return to the Middle Ground to save him. Acc...
