Ich dachte so bei mir, dass ich mich besser fühlen würde, wenn ich mir für den Ball zur Hochzeit meiner Cousine ein Kleid aussuchen würde... aber das hat die depressive Stimmung auch nicht verbessert, eher das Gegenteil ist der Fall. Also, wenn mir ein Kleid gefiel, dann war's zu teuer: 120 Euro für einmal tragen ist ein wenig außerhalb meines Budgets!
Dann bin ich ja leider fett geworden und wenn ich nicht gerade aussehen will wie eine Wurst in der Pelle oder eine Landpomeranze, die kein Geld für was Ordentliches hat oder wie die Dicke, die sich nicht anziehen kann, dann darf ich entweder eine Nulldiät machen (Kommt bei meiner Stimmung nicht infrage) oder ich muss in die nächstgrößere Stadt und schauen, was man dort für Auswahl hat..
Das ist ja wirklich frustrierend, von Geschäft zu Geschäft zu gehen und nur Kleider zu finden, die einem nur halbwegs oder gar nicht gefallen, beziehungsweise sahen sie auf dem Bügel toll aus und an mir fürchterlich (und das sagte meine Freundin auch, also das war ich nicht alleine).. in einem sah die untere Hälfte so gut aus, dass man annehmen konnte ich hätte abgenommen, bloß oben rum war's die Landpomeranze...
Ich möchte nicht auf einem Ball, auf dem wahrscheinlich eine Menge Ärzte (und was weiß ich nicht für High Society) schwirren, aussehen als könnte ich mich nicht passend anziehen!
PS. Das Schlimmste ist, Bauch-Weg-Unterwäsche nützt oben rum nichts und ich war vorher so stolz auf mich, weil ich Training gemacht habe und es mir am heimischen Spiegel aufgefallen ist, dass ich Erfolg hatte. Das Blöde ist, in den doofen Kleidern sah man das nicht :(
Sonntag, 13. März 2011
Montag, 7. Februar 2011
Sonntag, 6. Februar 2011
So ein bisschen fanfiction
Sarah setzte sich an ihren alten Schreibtisch. Sie starrte an die Wand dahinter. Die zwei Landschaftsbilder wurden geflissentlich übersehen, sie starrte die grüne Tapete an. Ihr Blick schien die Wand durchbohren zu wollen.
Warum, verdammt noch einmal, lief ihr Leben ständig aus dem Ruder? Warum, zum Henker, konnte nie irgendetwas laufen wie bei jedem normalen Menschen auch? Ständig lief etwas schief in ihrem Leben. Andauernd fühlte sie sich als würde sie einen Berg besteigen. Ihre Kraft war auch nicht mehr das, was sie mal war. Woher sollte sie die auch kriegen? Sie war einfach ständig fehl am Platze und mehr als einmal der Sündenbock für Dinge, mit denen sie nichts zu tun hatte. Es war doch so einfach den “Freak“ zu beschuldigen. Sie konnte sich nicht angemessen wehren, denn jedes Mal, wenn sie es tat, wirkte sie wie die Schuldige. Das hatte sie gelernt, jeder ging vom Verhalten der “Allgemeinheit“ aus. Sarah verhielt sich jedoch nicht wie die Leute, die sie kannten, daraufhin konnte in den Augen ihres Umfelds jemand wie sie nur lügen. Wer sich anders verhielt, der hatte etwas zu verbergen und konnte einfach nicht Recht haben. Der Witz war, wenn sie sich wie andere verhalten würde, wäre sie nicht mehr “sie selbst“ und würde auf die Art und Weise “lügen“.
Warum war sie nur so anders? Warum konnte sie nicht wie andere auch sein? Es tat einfach weh, ständig der Sündenbock zu sein oder sich fehl am Platze zu sein. Sie fühlte sich, als ob sie nicht hierhin gehörte. Bloß, wohin gehörte jemand wie sie?
Sie seufzte, ihr Blick wanderte unbewusst zu einem der Bilder – ihr Lieblingsbild. Die Waldlichtung lud wie immer zum Spazieren ein. Zum X-ten Mal ging sie im Gedanken den gemalten Weg entlang. Wie jedes Mal, hörte sie die Blätter rauschen, den kleinen Bach plätschern und die Vögel zwitschern. Irgendwie gab ihr das Bild das Gefühl von Heimat. Sie konnte praktisch im Gedanken die frische Waldluft einatmen. Sie atmete tief ein und aus. Sie fühlte die Sonne auf ihrer Haut. Als sie im Gedanken auf einem großen Stein Platz genommen hatte, veränderte sich plötzlich ihr Blickwinkel. Es war, als ob sie wirklich auf den Stein saß. Sie konnte den Hügel mit den Birken überblicken und das war noch nie passiert. Sie erkannte in der Ferne den Schatten eines riesigen Gebäudes, das von Nebel umgeben war. Die graue Suppe verschlechterte die Sicht auf das Gebäude. Interessant, während in dem Wald, in dem sie saß, zwar Herbst war, schien trotzdem die Sonne. Einige Meter weiter gab es einen unheimlich wabernden Nebel, den ihre Gedanken wohl aus irgendeinem Horrorschinken entliehen hatten.
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Na ja, ich habe gemerkt, dass ich das Ding doch wieder ändere ... *seufz*... und ich habe noch so viele Ideen in verschiedenen Richtungen... Dabei weiß ich ja noch nicht mal, ob jemand schon auf diese Ideen gekommen ist. Ich habe Ideen für einen Computer beziehungsweise Handy, dann habe ich eine Idee für einen Musik-Clash, der bestimmt interessant wird, dann Ideen für Geschichten neben den typischen Fanatsy-Ideen wie der Mantel der Zauberin
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Der-Mantel-der-Zauberin/137592672968666?v=wall
sondern auch zum Beispiel einen Sci-Fi.. *seufz* Ich weiß, dass die Ideen funktionieren und wie fast immer gehen diese Ideen für mich verloren, weil jemand anderer die Idee auch gehabt hat und die nötigen Kontakte... und es passiert natürlich auch, dass ich Ideen recht spät habe...
Ich bin eine richtige Ideen-Fabrik geworden mit Ideen, die funktionieren können... zwar nicht alle, aber viele... Ich kann nicht alle umsetzen, deswegen bräuchte jemand, der mir beim Umsetzen hilft beziehungsweise hilft die Leute zu finden, die diese Ideen umzusetzen können. Ich erwarte ja keine Millionen, aber ich habe gute Ideen und würde gerne endlich mal davon leben können...
Warum, verdammt noch einmal, lief ihr Leben ständig aus dem Ruder? Warum, zum Henker, konnte nie irgendetwas laufen wie bei jedem normalen Menschen auch? Ständig lief etwas schief in ihrem Leben. Andauernd fühlte sie sich als würde sie einen Berg besteigen. Ihre Kraft war auch nicht mehr das, was sie mal war. Woher sollte sie die auch kriegen? Sie war einfach ständig fehl am Platze und mehr als einmal der Sündenbock für Dinge, mit denen sie nichts zu tun hatte. Es war doch so einfach den “Freak“ zu beschuldigen. Sie konnte sich nicht angemessen wehren, denn jedes Mal, wenn sie es tat, wirkte sie wie die Schuldige. Das hatte sie gelernt, jeder ging vom Verhalten der “Allgemeinheit“ aus. Sarah verhielt sich jedoch nicht wie die Leute, die sie kannten, daraufhin konnte in den Augen ihres Umfelds jemand wie sie nur lügen. Wer sich anders verhielt, der hatte etwas zu verbergen und konnte einfach nicht Recht haben. Der Witz war, wenn sie sich wie andere verhalten würde, wäre sie nicht mehr “sie selbst“ und würde auf die Art und Weise “lügen“.
Warum war sie nur so anders? Warum konnte sie nicht wie andere auch sein? Es tat einfach weh, ständig der Sündenbock zu sein oder sich fehl am Platze zu sein. Sie fühlte sich, als ob sie nicht hierhin gehörte. Bloß, wohin gehörte jemand wie sie?
Sie seufzte, ihr Blick wanderte unbewusst zu einem der Bilder – ihr Lieblingsbild. Die Waldlichtung lud wie immer zum Spazieren ein. Zum X-ten Mal ging sie im Gedanken den gemalten Weg entlang. Wie jedes Mal, hörte sie die Blätter rauschen, den kleinen Bach plätschern und die Vögel zwitschern. Irgendwie gab ihr das Bild das Gefühl von Heimat. Sie konnte praktisch im Gedanken die frische Waldluft einatmen. Sie atmete tief ein und aus. Sie fühlte die Sonne auf ihrer Haut. Als sie im Gedanken auf einem großen Stein Platz genommen hatte, veränderte sich plötzlich ihr Blickwinkel. Es war, als ob sie wirklich auf den Stein saß. Sie konnte den Hügel mit den Birken überblicken und das war noch nie passiert. Sie erkannte in der Ferne den Schatten eines riesigen Gebäudes, das von Nebel umgeben war. Die graue Suppe verschlechterte die Sicht auf das Gebäude. Interessant, während in dem Wald, in dem sie saß, zwar Herbst war, schien trotzdem die Sonne. Einige Meter weiter gab es einen unheimlich wabernden Nebel, den ihre Gedanken wohl aus irgendeinem Horrorschinken entliehen hatten.
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Na ja, ich habe gemerkt, dass ich das Ding doch wieder ändere ... *seufz*... und ich habe noch so viele Ideen in verschiedenen Richtungen... Dabei weiß ich ja noch nicht mal, ob jemand schon auf diese Ideen gekommen ist. Ich habe Ideen für einen Computer beziehungsweise Handy, dann habe ich eine Idee für einen Musik-Clash, der bestimmt interessant wird, dann Ideen für Geschichten neben den typischen Fanatsy-Ideen wie der Mantel der Zauberin
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Der-Mantel-der-Zauberin/137592672968666?v=wall
sondern auch zum Beispiel einen Sci-Fi.. *seufz* Ich weiß, dass die Ideen funktionieren und wie fast immer gehen diese Ideen für mich verloren, weil jemand anderer die Idee auch gehabt hat und die nötigen Kontakte... und es passiert natürlich auch, dass ich Ideen recht spät habe...
Ich bin eine richtige Ideen-Fabrik geworden mit Ideen, die funktionieren können... zwar nicht alle, aber viele... Ich kann nicht alle umsetzen, deswegen bräuchte jemand, der mir beim Umsetzen hilft beziehungsweise hilft die Leute zu finden, die diese Ideen umzusetzen können. Ich erwarte ja keine Millionen, aber ich habe gute Ideen und würde gerne endlich mal davon leben können...
Sonntag, 2. Januar 2011
Donnerstag, 30. Dezember 2010
Samstag, 18. Dezember 2010
Dienstag, 19. Oktober 2010
Freitag, 17. Juli 2009
Sonntag, 12. Juli 2009
Juhu,
da dies keiner liest:
AN: I just needed to combine these things. I’m right here, I would be your slave and Labyrinth and none of it all is mine...
I would be your slave
It was a cold, dark night, when the owl sat on the branch of the tree next to the house Sarah lived in. It watched her for hours on end, while she was sleeping peacefully.
I imagine I lay quietly in your bed
I see you're sleeping, but you cannot sense my gaze
How could you see me invisible as I am?
It didn’t know, why it was sitting there and hurting itself over and over again with reliving old memories. It transformed into the human form of a man with blond hair. He only sat there for seconds, transported himself into Sarah’s room and took a ghostly form.
He couldn’t resist the pull of her soul, no matter how much he tried to fight it. And he fought it for ages, maybe it was ten years or was it twenty? He couldn’t remember, that time didn’t count in his universe. Not that it matter to him, every day held the same cruel, lonely feeling of numbness. Everything else became unimportant, everyone else became boring, even himself.
He felt like being caged in his own existence. He longed for her ever since he knew her. He understood that she had been too young to accept all that he could offer. He tried to seek for another partner, but his relationship ended recently after a decade or so...
Funny, he even couldn’t remember how long he had been with Yvonne, he had let himself talked into the relationship. Then Yvonne took over and to everyone else, they looked like the perfect couple. He didn’t care and he let himself being pulled to all social activities that usually weren’t his kind of thing. She wanted the status he could offer and he didn’t want to feel alone..
But he felt alone and all the things they seemed to have in common were only made up by her for the pubilicity. And she was shallow, no one he would trust with his problems or reign a kingdom. The joke was, she had left him for another, because he had been too boring for her...
Fact was, not being able to do his work as king anymore and hardly sleeping in the night made him grumpy towards those, who had to deal with him. He lay now on Sarah’s bed, feeling sorry for himself. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her as he reached out with his ghostly hand. It was no use, he had no power over her!
Then I nestle, try to clasp you round the waist
and feel you're breathing resting my lips upon your neck
How could you feel it... (feel me, feel me now!)intangible as I am?
He had loved to watch her in the beginning, he had hoped that she would come to her senses and call him, but she didn’t. What was he supposed to do? He felt the bound between them, in his heart he knew she was the right one. The one to save his dark soul, tainted by the things he had done. He knew, she could teach him to forgive himself.
She could reign a kingdom, though she was a young pup in the eyes of the Labyrinth-society. She would be able to support him and also stand up for her own opinion. Something Yvonne lacked, she had followed only her own interests and Jareth didn’t care..
Seeing Sarah sleeping now made Jareth’s heart ache and long for something more. He had confessed to himself that he still loved her and now he was here, right? Or was it imagination, he couldn’t tell anymore...
But I'm right here and I'm so brave
I dare to love you. I dare! I imagine...
He tried to bury his head in her hair, he could smell it and could smell her. He could feel her warmth and her breathing. She was like an angel – a cruel angel at that. Her soul might understand him, but it never seemed to reach her mind.
Oh my mind just flies so wild!
The words I utter seems to get dry in my mouth
How could you listen inaudible as I am?
He thought that she could feel him, too. He had seen so many guys walking in and out of her life. She seemed to be looking for someone, he assumed. But after so much time he didn’t believe anymore that it was him. Maybe she was just some sort of “Black Widow“..
Are you deaf not to hear my words?Are you blind not to see me around?Are you just heartless?
Maybe he was wrong, maybe she was afraid of a relationship with him. He was a king and a bit arrogant, he could say himself. He willed her with his mind to open her eyes, but she remained still. It was useless! He forced himself to stand up and leave, no more torturing himself. Someday she would feel the consequences for not having him in her life.
But if you're scared, dare open your eyes
If you're slept, let me wake you up
You may curse your soul if you deny me
Just imagine I'm right here
---------------
After transporting himself on some streets in the Goblin City, he finally realised that it was winter outside. Somehow it had escaped his mind. He didn’t feel cold, he hardly felt anything..
Sarah was an enigma to him, at first he had been so sure of her, sure of how she would react, sure of she might want and definitely sure how to woo her. But she proved him wrong in that beliefs, the only sure thing was, she could break him without so much as a word.
He still felt the call of her soul, however she may not. Sometimes he felt like strangling her to say something, either to release him from this pain or to end it all. He couldn’t live with that uncertainty anymore, she never uttered a word about it all and he felt tense. Everthing was hurting, every fibre of his body suffered in pain. Why couldn’t she say something?
Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent path
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave
Sometimes he asked himself, if it all had been a joke to her. All the emotions she was showing him in the Labyrinth a game? He didn’t understand her at all. She seemed to have given him hints again and again that she might care for him, but to every action he showed he got a strange reaction of her. Okay, maybe it wasn’t clever to deliver his messages through a third person.
Was she actually aware that he noticed her hints? The offer from their first encounter was still standing..
The truth was, somehow he was still her slave and she had power over him, without her knowledge. All he wanted to do was going to her and kiss her senseless.
Do you sleep in quietude
Do you walk in peace
Do you laugh out loud at me
No one else is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave
Like always he came to same conclusion, she had to say the right words or else he lived in hell. He had nothing, so what was he waiting for? He told Sarah to make her dreams come true, now she could make his true. Jareth got aggravate.
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footsteps in the sand
The dark thoughts took over like they always did. In Jareth’s mind Sarah turned into some sort of demon, making fun of him, waiting for a chance of the perfect revenge for all that he put her through.
I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
I would be your slave
His mind screamed out her name as the pain and loneliness nearly killed him. He was close to a break down and he felt like dying now. His suffering had been too long and this was the end. Finally it would be over and he didn’t care anymore. He said the words “I love you“ in his mind and repeated them out loud, then he broke down. His breathing was shallow, he would die from a broken heart.
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footsteps in the sand
Sarah sat upright in her bed. One moment she was sleeping peacefully, the next she heard Jareth shouting her name. She looked around, but no one was there. Funny it sounded very close to her, as if he had been next to her. No, not a thing changed. She always tried to get his attention, but she never got an answer, at least not a real one. This had been another dream of a Goblin King, who might care for her.
Okay, time to calm down. She lay down again and closed her eyes. Then she heard it, Jareth uttered the three words she longed to hear. What a wonderful dream. She answered him that she also loved him in her mind and offered him all that she could give him as well.
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
Sarah rolled over and bumped her nose at a warm body. Warm body? She was alone in her bed. She opened her eyes and stifled a scream. The Goblin King was next to her in her bed. No, that couldn’t be right. Her hand tried to find the lamp on the night stand. When the light turned on, she gasped loudly. He was really there.
He smiled down to her: “Thank you for saving my life.“
“How?“ was all she could ask.
“You said the right words and I could come to you, I was close to die from a broken heart.“
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that.“
“I forgive you.“
“How can you forgive me, when I nearly killed you?!“ Sarah sounded upset.
“Well, as you said, you didn’t know it, besides you saved me in time and only that counts. I have lived far too long to hold a grudge, when it’s easier to forgive. Besides I much prefer being by your side than being anywhere else.. It was long time to wait, but it was worth it.“ Jareth tried to soothe her.
“I wasn’t sure how you felt for me and I never knew, how easy it could be to have you here. “ Sarah’s smile was a shy one.
“It was the same thing for me. You can be sure now that I love you, Sarah. “
“I think, I can believe you now and I love you, too. “
That was all it to took for Jareth to lean down and kiss her. It was the beginning of their relationship, sometimes life can be that easy.
The end
AN: I just needed to combine these things. I’m right here, I would be your slave and Labyrinth and none of it all is mine...
I would be your slave
It was a cold, dark night, when the owl sat on the branch of the tree next to the house Sarah lived in. It watched her for hours on end, while she was sleeping peacefully.
I imagine I lay quietly in your bed
I see you're sleeping, but you cannot sense my gaze
How could you see me invisible as I am?
It didn’t know, why it was sitting there and hurting itself over and over again with reliving old memories. It transformed into the human form of a man with blond hair. He only sat there for seconds, transported himself into Sarah’s room and took a ghostly form.
He couldn’t resist the pull of her soul, no matter how much he tried to fight it. And he fought it for ages, maybe it was ten years or was it twenty? He couldn’t remember, that time didn’t count in his universe. Not that it matter to him, every day held the same cruel, lonely feeling of numbness. Everything else became unimportant, everyone else became boring, even himself.
He felt like being caged in his own existence. He longed for her ever since he knew her. He understood that she had been too young to accept all that he could offer. He tried to seek for another partner, but his relationship ended recently after a decade or so...
Funny, he even couldn’t remember how long he had been with Yvonne, he had let himself talked into the relationship. Then Yvonne took over and to everyone else, they looked like the perfect couple. He didn’t care and he let himself being pulled to all social activities that usually weren’t his kind of thing. She wanted the status he could offer and he didn’t want to feel alone..
But he felt alone and all the things they seemed to have in common were only made up by her for the pubilicity. And she was shallow, no one he would trust with his problems or reign a kingdom. The joke was, she had left him for another, because he had been too boring for her...
Fact was, not being able to do his work as king anymore and hardly sleeping in the night made him grumpy towards those, who had to deal with him. He lay now on Sarah’s bed, feeling sorry for himself. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her as he reached out with his ghostly hand. It was no use, he had no power over her!
Then I nestle, try to clasp you round the waist
and feel you're breathing resting my lips upon your neck
How could you feel it... (feel me, feel me now!)intangible as I am?
He had loved to watch her in the beginning, he had hoped that she would come to her senses and call him, but she didn’t. What was he supposed to do? He felt the bound between them, in his heart he knew she was the right one. The one to save his dark soul, tainted by the things he had done. He knew, she could teach him to forgive himself.
She could reign a kingdom, though she was a young pup in the eyes of the Labyrinth-society. She would be able to support him and also stand up for her own opinion. Something Yvonne lacked, she had followed only her own interests and Jareth didn’t care..
Seeing Sarah sleeping now made Jareth’s heart ache and long for something more. He had confessed to himself that he still loved her and now he was here, right? Or was it imagination, he couldn’t tell anymore...
But I'm right here and I'm so brave
I dare to love you. I dare! I imagine...
He tried to bury his head in her hair, he could smell it and could smell her. He could feel her warmth and her breathing. She was like an angel – a cruel angel at that. Her soul might understand him, but it never seemed to reach her mind.
Oh my mind just flies so wild!
The words I utter seems to get dry in my mouth
How could you listen inaudible as I am?
He thought that she could feel him, too. He had seen so many guys walking in and out of her life. She seemed to be looking for someone, he assumed. But after so much time he didn’t believe anymore that it was him. Maybe she was just some sort of “Black Widow“..
Are you deaf not to hear my words?Are you blind not to see me around?Are you just heartless?
Maybe he was wrong, maybe she was afraid of a relationship with him. He was a king and a bit arrogant, he could say himself. He willed her with his mind to open her eyes, but she remained still. It was useless! He forced himself to stand up and leave, no more torturing himself. Someday she would feel the consequences for not having him in her life.
But if you're scared, dare open your eyes
If you're slept, let me wake you up
You may curse your soul if you deny me
Just imagine I'm right here
---------------
After transporting himself on some streets in the Goblin City, he finally realised that it was winter outside. Somehow it had escaped his mind. He didn’t feel cold, he hardly felt anything..
Sarah was an enigma to him, at first he had been so sure of her, sure of how she would react, sure of she might want and definitely sure how to woo her. But she proved him wrong in that beliefs, the only sure thing was, she could break him without so much as a word.
He still felt the call of her soul, however she may not. Sometimes he felt like strangling her to say something, either to release him from this pain or to end it all. He couldn’t live with that uncertainty anymore, she never uttered a word about it all and he felt tense. Everthing was hurting, every fibre of his body suffered in pain. Why couldn’t she say something?
Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent path
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave
Sometimes he asked himself, if it all had been a joke to her. All the emotions she was showing him in the Labyrinth a game? He didn’t understand her at all. She seemed to have given him hints again and again that she might care for him, but to every action he showed he got a strange reaction of her. Okay, maybe it wasn’t clever to deliver his messages through a third person.
Was she actually aware that he noticed her hints? The offer from their first encounter was still standing..
The truth was, somehow he was still her slave and she had power over him, without her knowledge. All he wanted to do was going to her and kiss her senseless.
Do you sleep in quietude
Do you walk in peace
Do you laugh out loud at me
No one else is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave
Like always he came to same conclusion, she had to say the right words or else he lived in hell. He had nothing, so what was he waiting for? He told Sarah to make her dreams come true, now she could make his true. Jareth got aggravate.
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footsteps in the sand
The dark thoughts took over like they always did. In Jareth’s mind Sarah turned into some sort of demon, making fun of him, waiting for a chance of the perfect revenge for all that he put her through.
I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
I would be your slave
His mind screamed out her name as the pain and loneliness nearly killed him. He was close to a break down and he felt like dying now. His suffering had been too long and this was the end. Finally it would be over and he didn’t care anymore. He said the words “I love you“ in his mind and repeated them out loud, then he broke down. His breathing was shallow, he would die from a broken heart.
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footsteps in the sand
Sarah sat upright in her bed. One moment she was sleeping peacefully, the next she heard Jareth shouting her name. She looked around, but no one was there. Funny it sounded very close to her, as if he had been next to her. No, not a thing changed. She always tried to get his attention, but she never got an answer, at least not a real one. This had been another dream of a Goblin King, who might care for her.
Okay, time to calm down. She lay down again and closed her eyes. Then she heard it, Jareth uttered the three words she longed to hear. What a wonderful dream. She answered him that she also loved him in her mind and offered him all that she could give him as well.
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
Sarah rolled over and bumped her nose at a warm body. Warm body? She was alone in her bed. She opened her eyes and stifled a scream. The Goblin King was next to her in her bed. No, that couldn’t be right. Her hand tried to find the lamp on the night stand. When the light turned on, she gasped loudly. He was really there.
He smiled down to her: “Thank you for saving my life.“
“How?“ was all she could ask.
“You said the right words and I could come to you, I was close to die from a broken heart.“
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that.“
“I forgive you.“
“How can you forgive me, when I nearly killed you?!“ Sarah sounded upset.
“Well, as you said, you didn’t know it, besides you saved me in time and only that counts. I have lived far too long to hold a grudge, when it’s easier to forgive. Besides I much prefer being by your side than being anywhere else.. It was long time to wait, but it was worth it.“ Jareth tried to soothe her.
“I wasn’t sure how you felt for me and I never knew, how easy it could be to have you here. “ Sarah’s smile was a shy one.
“It was the same thing for me. You can be sure now that I love you, Sarah. “
“I think, I can believe you now and I love you, too. “
That was all it to took for Jareth to lean down and kiss her. It was the beginning of their relationship, sometimes life can be that easy.
The end
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