This is my first ever attempt at a fic so be nice!! Please R+R so I can
have sum idea of what u think of it please!!!
In the past two years, the streets of Montmartre had changed. They had gotten colder and there seemed to be no life in the people, as they wondered around the streets. The Moulin Rouge had closed down since she, 'The Sparkling Diamond,' had died. She was what kept the club alive and a big part of Paris died with her, including the happiness of the young poet, Christian, who she loved and he loved her back. He sat alone in his cold, damp, one roomed home with pages and pages of writing around him. On these pages were their story; how love conquered all obstacles and how they stayed together against the odds.
A few days ago, there was an announcement, the Moulin Rouge was reopening with a new owner, the Duke, who had tried to make Satine fall in love with him and had wanted her for himself. Christian was thinking about Satine as he did many hours of the day, when he heard the news from Toulouse. Christian remembered the first time he saw her and immediately fell in love with her, it was the first time he had ever felt love.
How he wished she was still here now. Her smile and laugh and the way the room just lit up when she entered; but this would happen no more as Christian couldn't bring him self to go out of his room. And one thing he would never do is love anyone as much as he loved Satine.
The day of the opening came and Christian sat there thinking. He could see the Moulin Rouge from his window and the windmill was turning again. Toulouse entered his room as he did many times, bringing food for Christian and told him Satine would not want him too be like this. She would have wanted him to be happy and that she would still love him, 'Come What May.'
Christian thought and decided that Satine would not have wanted to see him like this so he asked Toulouse to go and find him a suit to wear. Christian took a big swig of absinthe to give him courage. He went down to the door that led onto the streets for the first time in two years. He remembered how good it was to be out and the same old smell of the streets and the wind in his face. He even smiled, which he hadn't done for ages and he and Toulouse walked across the street towards the door of the Moulin Rouge. As they got near, the pain got worse. His heart would never love again and it felt as though it had been broken forever.
There was a lump in his throat and as he got nearer the lump got bigger and the pain got worse. He could hear the music playing, he couldn't go in, and it was too much for him; the pain of thinking of Satine was holding him back from entering. He just couldn't do it. He turned back and started running with the prick of tears in his eyes. He got back up to his room and did something he had only done once before, and that was when Satine had died, he cried. He lay face down on his bed and cried himself to sleep for his heart ached so much that it hurt. He woke up with a start because he thought he had heard something or someone in his room, He turned over and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. There was definitely someone there; it was a women. He saw her long red hair and her smile. He thought, 'no it, can't be' He tried to speak but all he could get out was a whisper, 'Satine.'
TBC
In the past two years, the streets of Montmartre had changed. They had gotten colder and there seemed to be no life in the people, as they wondered around the streets. The Moulin Rouge had closed down since she, 'The Sparkling Diamond,' had died. She was what kept the club alive and a big part of Paris died with her, including the happiness of the young poet, Christian, who she loved and he loved her back. He sat alone in his cold, damp, one roomed home with pages and pages of writing around him. On these pages were their story; how love conquered all obstacles and how they stayed together against the odds.
A few days ago, there was an announcement, the Moulin Rouge was reopening with a new owner, the Duke, who had tried to make Satine fall in love with him and had wanted her for himself. Christian was thinking about Satine as he did many hours of the day, when he heard the news from Toulouse. Christian remembered the first time he saw her and immediately fell in love with her, it was the first time he had ever felt love.
How he wished she was still here now. Her smile and laugh and the way the room just lit up when she entered; but this would happen no more as Christian couldn't bring him self to go out of his room. And one thing he would never do is love anyone as much as he loved Satine.
The day of the opening came and Christian sat there thinking. He could see the Moulin Rouge from his window and the windmill was turning again. Toulouse entered his room as he did many times, bringing food for Christian and told him Satine would not want him too be like this. She would have wanted him to be happy and that she would still love him, 'Come What May.'
Christian thought and decided that Satine would not have wanted to see him like this so he asked Toulouse to go and find him a suit to wear. Christian took a big swig of absinthe to give him courage. He went down to the door that led onto the streets for the first time in two years. He remembered how good it was to be out and the same old smell of the streets and the wind in his face. He even smiled, which he hadn't done for ages and he and Toulouse walked across the street towards the door of the Moulin Rouge. As they got near, the pain got worse. His heart would never love again and it felt as though it had been broken forever.
There was a lump in his throat and as he got nearer the lump got bigger and the pain got worse. He could hear the music playing, he couldn't go in, and it was too much for him; the pain of thinking of Satine was holding him back from entering. He just couldn't do it. He turned back and started running with the prick of tears in his eyes. He got back up to his room and did something he had only done once before, and that was when Satine had died, he cried. He lay face down on his bed and cried himself to sleep for his heart ached so much that it hurt. He woke up with a start because he thought he had heard something or someone in his room, He turned over and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. There was definitely someone there; it was a women. He saw her long red hair and her smile. He thought, 'no it, can't be' He tried to speak but all he could get out was a whisper, 'Satine.'
TBC
