He sits and watches the party in her room, wondering if she meant she really needed all of them. Is he a part of that beloved group of friends for her now, or were they merely careless words spoken by a child? She couldn't understand the ache he now suffered, because he hadn't had the time to explain how he felt about her. She was the heartbeat he was missing, the sunlight that faded with her absence. She was everything to him and now - she was nothing.

He hadn't had a real friend for so long, he hadn't realized that the unspoken words were sometimes louder than the spoken. He had made himself into a villain and she had rejected him.

He flew off into the night, towards the moon, soaring above the pain. Flying always made him feel at peace, at home – but tonight it felt hollow and sad. He'd lost her before he'd had a chance to have her and it pained him in ways he didn't understand. Landing on a tall tree branch, he stared at the moon and remembered her eyes. He would like to tell her that she brought life and fun to his world when he'd never thought it would be there again. He wanted to tell her that she made an old, tired Goblin King feel young again and that he would always treasure their game.

Except to her, it wasn't a game, was it? She truly thought him the villain she had made him be for her. Without thinking he flew back to her window, watching his citizens go back home through the mirror. Sarah was sitting on her bed, holding something. Looking into the window, Jareth caught his breath. She was holding the Goblin King doll and stroking its hair.

"I wish I could tell him thank you," she sighed. "Jareth, wherever you are – we played our parts and I've learned I love my brother. But you were right, I was spoiled and selfish wishing him away. Just as I was for wishing you away from my life"

It wasn't fair, but she'd have to live with it.

Jareth was frozen in shock. Making his mind up, he flew into her window, transforming once again into a man who loved her.