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Never ending pain, agony, excruciating hollowness echoed where his heart once existed. He'd never known such a thing could feel so real, so physical, so debilitating. Certain he should go mad with the emptiness spreading through his soul; Jareth howled from his curled position on the floor of his private chambers. Landing in the center of the large room he'd transformed from his owl form and collapsed immediately upon returning from that girl's victory party, allowing the building pain to finally overtake him.

The pain which had been growing since her refusal in the Esher room, since she' denied his Heart Song from the Dream Ballroom. Gods Below, he'd Sung to her! This anguish of an unrequited Heart Song ate through him body, mind, and soul as he rocked himself on the unforgiving stone floor. What possessed him to believe this Mortal girl the one to balance his heart? What reason besides passionate insanity could he give?

Jareth still wore his tattered white clothes from his final confrontation with Sarah and over his huddled form draped his frayed feather cloak; his tousled, spiky, blond hair peeking from one end while his gray boots, now dirty, stuck out from the other. A deep moan rumbled from his chest and he clenched his teeth against the searing pain.

Is this how she felt so many centuries ago? Is this what he perpetrated against the woman he thought he once loved in his youthful arrogance? After almost five hundred years he truly understood the pain he'd caused and Fate saw fit to return the favor with insult as he fell in love with a Mortal girl whose cruelty surpassed his own. Jareth feared he would never be whole again. Broken by Sarah, he was now doomed to love her forever.

 

A/N: Just a little tidbit from Jareth's past. :o)