This is random and rather sad I think.
Nini's p.o.v. as Satine dies.
Please read it.
The show had gone on. Everybody was hot and sweaty in their costumes as the curtain fell over the flower petal covered stage, sweeping away our worries with it. The duke was gone now, our little show would remain a nightclub but he was gone. Smiles were plastered on everybody's faces as the cheers went up from the audience just a few feet away from us. Christian and Satine wrapped in each other's arms, beaming all around them, her make up still smeared from the shed tears.
I looked over at her and a pang of jealousy shot through me. It wasn't fair that she could fall in love and be a courtesan. I shook my head and forgot it cheering heartily with the rest of everyone. I found myself in the Argentinean's arms and looked up at him. It was such a good time, all of the girls were near tears, and some of the men too.
We all stopped as Satine collapsed into Christian's arms. She was gasping for breath and most of us shook it away, it was the bloody costumes, nobody could breath in them anyway. I went back to the Argentinean but then Satine started to cough. A horrible deep cough and she had blood on her hand as she took it away. Christian called for a doctor, and someone ran off. It was dead silent now, save for the energetic applause of our crowd. We watched as he sat down and held Satine close to his chest. He was crying, the tears rolling down his face openly. We all stood frozen as Satine told him she was dying, I felt horrid, after the way I had treated her, and now she was dying.
And then Christian's great racking sob echoed through the crowded stage, Satine was dead. Several people took off their headpieces and now almost everyone was crying, our star, our sparkling diamond was dead.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as Christian rocked back and forth on his heels, cradling Satine in his arms. He was sobbing uncontrollably as though he couldn't grasp the fact that she was.
I felt it was my fault for I had told the Duke, given away their game. I had not let them be all because I was jealous. I began to cry as I looked at my bruised wrists, and remember what the Argentinean had said to me that very day:
"Jealousy…yes…jealousy can drive you mad."
Yes I just thought I would feel horrid if I were Nini so I wrote this.
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