My eyes snapped open and I took a moment to realize where I was. I was lying on my side in a bed, but I wasn't alone. A body curled next to mine, spooning me. I could feel it breathing, feel hands that cupped my ass the legs that pressed against the backs of mine. It took another few seconds for me to realize who it was, and even then I was shocked.

If he was there… then last night wasn't a dream… I couldn't think straight. Other thoughts kept popping up – mainly memories of what he had told me, memories of the muffled words that caused my demise. Nothing was left for me. Everything I loved was gone, everything except Jareth and the baby, that is…

Tears threatened to overcome me again and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block them. I slid from the bed quietly, hoping that the Goblin King would not wake; he didn't. My heart felt as though it had plummeted to my feet, and I could barely move myself along. I didn't know what I was doing, where I was going, all I wanted to do was escape.

I wanted to escape my thoughts, escape the fact that my life is over, escape life. My feet moved of their own accord, dragging me to the balcony where I leaned my hips against the cold marble and looked down at the ever-growing garden below.

The cobblestone path was looking quite friendly this morning, and the roses were already dripping blood. The way they looked up at me… it was as if the flowers, the labyrinth, the ground so far away, were calling to me. I leaned over, inhaling deeply, as if I could smell the roses from here. I always loved the scent of roses…

A noise of rustling sheets was heard but it did not affect me. I gripped the cool marble in my hands and lifted a foot up, stretching my hamstrings as much as I could until I could push myself up. Years of gymnastics taught me how to balance, and I thanked Brandi for that one thing.

Thinking of my stepmother sent a stabbing pain into my heart. As much as I despised her, I found some small amount of love for her in my heart. Where was she now? On her deathbed like Jareth had said? Did she think of me?

"Sarah!" He called, and I turned my head to look at him, putting my arms out to balance myself. He stood, ghostly pale, in the doorway. His hair was mussed up and his eyes were wide, silver quarters. I shook my head at him when he tried to step forward, and he stopped.

"No, Jareth. Please, don't." I whispered, unsure of if he could hear me over the rush of wind and the light pattering of rain. Already my hair was stringy and my vision blurred – but maybe I couldn't see because of the salty tears that streamed from me. No matter.

"I can't do this anymore. I want to go home, but there is no home. I don't want to stay here, please, just let me die." I choked out, resisting the urge to scream – there would be time for that at a later date. "Just let me fall, let me die, let me escape!"

I didn't think. I should have, but I didn't. Already my bare feet were sliding on the slippery marble and it was too late. I flailed my arms as I crashed through the air, screaming. I could see Jareth run to the balcony, and I watched the crystal orb hurl towards me.

"Save me!" I wanted to scream. I didn't get the chance. I hit the ground before the glass hit me. The last thing I remembered was the sound of a crystal shattering and a man's heart breaking. The last thing I saw were my roses, my blood, my gleaming glass bubble. The sweet perfume of roses and a summer's evening caused me to smile, and I imagined myself once more before my will to live left me; a dribble of blood escaped my lips and I pursed them as one would after applying lip gloss, spreading the thickness over my mouth. I always did think I looked good in red. That was where it all ended.