First off: Nothing pertaining to Moulin Rouge belongs to me, but it's rightful owners. Very cheesy sappy love!
Characters don't start speaking until very last chapter. This is because this is all from their perspectives on what truth, beauty, freedom, and love are that's why they do not speak until then.
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Truth. Beauty. Freedom. Love. Above all things...Love.
(Christians POV)
Love! A passionate and wonderful thing! Oh! Satine and I were in love, a love some people only find once in a lifetime. The kind of love that makes you want to dance for joy and sing on the top of your lungs. We felt it all at one time: Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and most importantly, we felt love.
Our kind of love was the love you only can experience once. Not the passionate throes of a one night stand at the Moulin Rouge in the arms of a stranger with a short skirt and a top hat. Nor or the mindless, minimal level brain work most men had become accustomed to here. No. It was enough to lay in a cheap apartment with not even a spare coin to handle, and to look out the window, perched on a couch with Satine in my arms and stare at the lights of the Moulin Rouge.