The best part about being drunk is the illusion it creates.Right now I could feel Jareth's arms wrapped around me .He was comforting me.I couldn't help but press my head into his chest to hear that woundeful pounding instrument that is his heart.
The beating sounds so reall too real I look up my blue eyes shocked to see that its wasn't a dream.

But my name on his lips were such a bitter sweet moment.
How I longed for him to say it in a different manner one with love and affection,the way a man talks to his lover.
I eventually turn my gaze from him blushing that he caught me in this state,
I wipe the tears from eyes and pick up my half empty glass of wine.


"What are you doing here" I asked him chuckling trying to make light of the situation I take a sip of the wine acting calm and collected.

I was a very good actress I could sell you a knob if need be.

I turned my gaze back to him and I wish I hadn't
He was so close his body seemed to glow with the effect of the fire .His eyes god those mismatched eyes.Whether he responded I couldn't say my mind was frozen in his soul how could some one not love him.Is it a curse I wonder to fall madly in love with him and for him not to return it.