"Shut up!" I yelled. "Get out!"
Toulouse looked at me with pity and gave up for the third time at trying to console me, walking out of the room.
"Love? What is love?" Said I bitterly, taking a drink from the whisky bottle I held. "The only love I have now is the love between me and this worthless drink!" I cast the bottle flying across the room, smashing it against the far wall and falling onto the candle below.
Suddenly I found myself sitting sweating surrounded by fire. Tolouse burst in.
"Oh my goodness!" He shrieked running out of the room. He returned quickly with Satie and a bucket of water and desperately tried to put out the fire. It wasn't working and I just sat huddled in a blanket staring into the flames, flames so red and firey, much like Satine. I began to cry to myself, wondering if love was even real. How could it exsist if I am without it, when I was so close?
Toulouse ran out again and left Satie battling the flames alone. He looked ridiculous trying to fight a wall of fire with a rusty old bucket. I heard the patter of feet outside and assumed Toulouse had returned, he did. But with something more than I expected - her.
She walked through the door and screamed, then looked at me with those perfect eyes.
"Christian!" She gasped before sending herself into a coughing fit. I watched her struggling to breathe, but thought nothing of it - I couldn't help myself, never mind her.
A moment later I snapped out of my drunken stupor as a large flaming beam fell from the ceiling on top of Satine.
"Satine!" I yelled, jumping up from my seat. I tried my hardest to lift the beam but to no avail. Toulouse, quickly noticing what had happened, ran up and began to struggle. I counted the one, two and three and we lifted it off her, luckily! "Satine." I whispered holding her bruised body in my arms. She fluttered her long eyelashes open and looked around the room, before settling them on my face.
"Christian." She stammered. A sudden sense of grief swept over me, I thought the darkest thoughts of my time and scooped Satine up in my arms and stood as Satie put out the last of the flames.
"Satine." I sobbed, I repeated her name as I ran out of the room and onto the staircase.
"Chritian." Whispered she as I layed her upon the ground. "I'm dying."
"No, you're not, you aren't - you just need to get to the doctor. That's all." I cried. I ran down the stairs and across the wet, muddy street into the Moulin Rouge where Harold greeted me with anything but good cheer.
"What are you doing here boy?" Said he, sternly looking me square in the eyes.
"It's...it's..." I stuttered and looked down, her body explaining more than my words could.
"Oh pumpkin!" Said Zidler with worry as he stroked her hair, her red, flame-like hair. "Quickly, this way." He turned and began to walk through the ailses, behind the stage and into Satine's dressing room. I lowered her onto the bed with Zidler's command and sat next to her, stroking her face and holding her hands.
"Satine." I whispered again kissing her forehead. Harold shooed me away from her and the doctor and Marie came to take my place by her side.
I moved back, into the shadow and observed the crowd around her helpless body. "Satine...Come what may." I saw her head turn to look at me through the only gap she could. I tensed up and waved slowly at her. She smiled and I smiled back at her. "Seasons may change, winter to spring!"
"How wonderful life is...now you're in...the world..." Her beautiful voice sang. She sat up and began to cough. "It's just a scratch, I'm fine."
"I think you should rest." Said the doctor.
"No!" She snared back. She looked at me again and I ran to her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her hair.
"I love you." I said. "I love you. I love you."
"Get your bags." Said she. "We're leaving this place - I'm flying away from here, far, far away."
"Where can we go?" I asked.
"Anywhere, anywhere but here. England - I'd love to see your home." Tears were on her face as I took her hand and she rose from the bed carefully. "Goodbye Harold - I'll miss you."
"Strawberry!" Cried Harold running up to her and holding her tightly. "Take care - Do visit...Go now."
She grinned and we ran out of the Moulin Rouge for the last time, or so we thought...
A/N: Please review!