Disclaimer: I own none of the Moulin Rouge characters.
Author's Notes: Here I am, with a story that is not a songfic! *gasp* This one's a bit dark (really dark), so enjoy… and review! :)
It Always… Ends
Oh, my darling, why did you say that?
You told me it was over, that we could never be together…
I love you. That is all that matters. And I thought you loved me…
I love every inch of you, every curve of muscle, everything…
And you turned me away.
'It will never work,' you said. 'I have tried before.'
But my passion blinded me, tainting my mind with terrible thoughts…
I could not let you get away…
So I convinced you to come to my room for one more night…
And you agreed.
You were in denial… your mind told you to end our relationship, but your heart drove you to my side…
And now, I watch you sleep.
Your chest rises and falls slowly, peacefully… unknowingly…
I carefully slide the knife from its' hiding place in my dresser drawer… It's tip gleams with silent promise.
As quietly as I can, I walk over to the bed. There you are, so unaware…
I drive the knife into your chest.
Your eyes are opening, darling, staring at me with horror. Your mouth works, trying to form words. But the blood is stopping you…
All that blood…
There's blood on the sheet… on the knife… on my hands… on your face…
Your eyes are now filled with agony, and accusation. My darling… you're in pain…
Ripping the knife from your chest, I try to ignore the choked gasp of pain. I cradle you in my arms…
Are you comfortable, darling?
I rock back and forth.
'Lullaby… and goodnight…'
I sing to you, trying to sound as sweet and soothing as I can…
Your body struggles against me… arching and jerking in agony… Hold still, darling, and listen to my lullaby…
That's better…
You're calming down now… Now you've stopped moving.
You must be asleep…
I lay you back against the pillows, so you can rest…
But your eyes are open…
So I close them, smiling foolishly. But then a frown crosses my face.
You're dead, aren't you darling?
You should have known…
If I can't have you, no one will.
If you can't belong to Nini alone, you will belong to nobody…
Oh, my darling Argentinean. You, of all people should have known.
It always ends bad!
~ The End