บท 112: A Past Forgotten 2

I couldn't bear to see him hurt. "No, no, no, Jareth. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. You scared me that's all," I tried to explain myself. 

"Jareth," I called out one more time and moved closer. I couldn't help it, I placed a hand on his injured arm and rubbed. 

Soon a simple comforting rub, turned into gentle caresses. 

Something about touching him made me feel his pain, yes pain... Wait a minute pain! My mind traveled fast and far to my dream. I felt pain, more than enough and once again, I zoned out.

The more I thought about pain, the more I felt drawn to my memory. Wait... 

Memory? Yes, it seemed so, but I had no recollection of such ever happening. I wanted to know more, I searched my memory deep and far, but when I pried for more, it was a dead end, like a white thick mist or fog.