"A Spirit"
Chapter 1
"Noo!" shouted Christian, a stream of tears flowing down his cheeks. He held a limp Satine in his arms, not wanting to let go, as if that would bring her back to life- though he knew in his heart she could not be brought back.
"My boy....let her go..." said Zidler, his normally rosy cheeks now pale, giving him an eerie look that no one in the Moulin Rouge had ever seen on this normally happy man.
Shocked with his own actions, Christian gently laid down Satine, dotting her delicate white gown with tears as he stood up.
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Christian could not believe what was happening. Everything was going fantastically. He had won. He and Satine were in love, leaving the Duke in the cold while the trials of young love warmed them. But now it was over. Satine was dead and reality hit Christian. He had lost his one true love, the only thing that kept him from remembering he was a penniless writer, who's father did not want him back for his "poor choices". He turned and walked away
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Satine's eyes opened and she roused. She smiled.
"Silly me. Another fainting spell." She looked up, expecting to see Zidler's jolly face. But all she saw was darkness. Looking down, she saw her dress dotted with tears. Suddenly she remembered it all. The crying, the coughing blood. She was dead to everyone......she must find Christian!
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Christian was sleeping when Satine entered his room. She slipped into a chair and watched Christian, her heart breaking as she saw his hopeful, boyish face shining with tears. She could not wait till morning when he would wake and they would flee together.
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Christian stirred and woke. He opened his eyes, still out of focus, and saw a face he thought he'd never see again sitting in his shabby old chair.
Chapter 1
"Noo!" shouted Christian, a stream of tears flowing down his cheeks. He held a limp Satine in his arms, not wanting to let go, as if that would bring her back to life- though he knew in his heart she could not be brought back.
"My boy....let her go..." said Zidler, his normally rosy cheeks now pale, giving him an eerie look that no one in the Moulin Rouge had ever seen on this normally happy man.
Shocked with his own actions, Christian gently laid down Satine, dotting her delicate white gown with tears as he stood up.
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Christian could not believe what was happening. Everything was going fantastically. He had won. He and Satine were in love, leaving the Duke in the cold while the trials of young love warmed them. But now it was over. Satine was dead and reality hit Christian. He had lost his one true love, the only thing that kept him from remembering he was a penniless writer, who's father did not want him back for his "poor choices". He turned and walked away
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Satine's eyes opened and she roused. She smiled.
"Silly me. Another fainting spell." She looked up, expecting to see Zidler's jolly face. But all she saw was darkness. Looking down, she saw her dress dotted with tears. Suddenly she remembered it all. The crying, the coughing blood. She was dead to everyone......she must find Christian!
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Christian was sleeping when Satine entered his room. She slipped into a chair and watched Christian, her heart breaking as she saw his hopeful, boyish face shining with tears. She could not wait till morning when he would wake and they would flee together.
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Christian stirred and woke. He opened his eyes, still out of focus, and saw a face he thought he'd never see again sitting in his shabby old chair.