I watched Moulin Rouge today so I decided to write this short little drabble piece x Please read and review x
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions, of pain and fear and love. He has been torn in so many directions that he hardly knows which way is up anymore, never mind how to get there.
It was all because of the Moulin Rouge. That place had brought him so much sorrow, and yet so much joy.
He wasn't sure if he was grateful for it or not, not yet.
Right now though he missed Satine too much to be of any use. Every second her name pounded through his head, drumming into it like a heartbeat until he was breathing her very name into his soul and keeping it there forever.
She had been far too young to die, far too beautiful.
Far too in love.
But the real world didn't work like that. Christian could write all he liked about love and courage and mountains and none of that would be worth anything real.
In the real world there was jealousy, hatred, anger. They weren't tragically amazing, merely tragic.
It wasn't nearly as much fun to write when you were living it. But that element of truth made it all the more real, to you, to the audience.
And the audience was everything in showbiz.
It's why Christian found it so easy to write 'Spectacular Spectacular'. He wrote it about his own life and could write for pages at a time.
Satine was weaves through the pages, her beauty, her intelligence, her strength. She played in the jaws of the tiger, daring to get caught.
Only she had, and it has nearly destroyed them both.
Jealousy was a petty emotion, but one Christian did not feel fleetingly. It burned through him like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Satine was right when she said that his jealousy would drive him mad.
It almost did.
But jealousy didn't matter, not really.
No matter what he'd loved her, even when she'd appeared to have betrayed him, when she seemed to have left him. His heart never faltered, only increasing in its intensity as time grew on, strengthening his jealousy.
Despite everything, Satine had always loved him back, despite her outward appearances.
They'd loved and fought and loved each other.
They'd had beauty, truth, freedom on their side.
But most of all they'd had love.
And even that was strong enough to save Satine in the end.
Their lives were not fairy tales or stories. They bled and hurt and felt. Too much.
It has nearly killed both of them. And when they'd just thought they'd finally be together, Fate had snatched Satine, right from Christian's arms.
Even love wasn't enough in the end. Not in reality.