He sat in heap next to her tombstone. He hadn't moved since they had buried her. He was alone now, several people had come and kept him company a little but now he was alone, alone with his love.
"Satine?" He whispered.
"Can you hear me?"
He paused gazing at the earth and then at her tombstone. She had been taken from him just as he had begun to know her. Why did things like this have to happen to him, he wanted her to always live with him. He loved her so much. He touched the headstone just barley with his fingertips. Swearing he could feel her warmth radiating from the cold ground. He burst into tears and threw himself on her grave and sobbed.
"Why couldn't I save you? Why? I should have. Oh Satine, come back to me, or take me with you, I can't stand this world alone."
There was no answer, just a breath of wind that tossed the new snow into his face, he couldn't stand this. He wanted to die and be with her.
"I love you Satine but… what can I do? My life is over now that your gone, please, talk to me, love me, and come back to me. We'll go far away, so far away that HE will never come between us again. You know what I mean don't you?"
He was filled with anger at remembering her other suitor. But he always held on, he knew that she loved him more. Time's were rough that's all; she had to pretend, it was only an act. It was only an act. He just had to go along with it.
"But why did you have to act Satine? Why couldn't you spend all your time with me? Why did you have to spend time with him too? I know we needed him, without him the show wouldn't go on. But why couldn't we have spent all that time together."
Again there was no answer to his question, just the still silence that invaded everything. The dark engulfed him and his heart. His was the only soul at unrest in the graveyard. He knelt and stroked her head stone lovingly.
"Can I get you anything? Do you want something? Just tell me and I'll get it. I want you to be comfortable."
The wind whispered in his ear.
"You… you want me to join you… Oh Satine, I would love to, I really would, but the Moulin Rouge needs me. What's that?"
He cocked his head into the night air and stood up. There she was, his angel among the heavens. She was standing there right in front of him. He gasped.
"Satine? Can it really be you?"
She smiled.
"Oh Satine, have I come to be with you or are you back here with me?"
She giggled and stepped lightly behind the head stone and hid her eyes.
He smiled and sprang around, catching her in an embrace.
She smiled and pulled on his lapels.
He leaned down to kiss but again she skipped lightly away and started to tease him slightly.
He got up and followed her, around and around her head stone they went, he was laughing and calling her name and she was giggling and calling his.
He caught her again and held her close, feeling her skin.
"Darling, you feel cold, you should have told me, here, take my jacket, it'll keep you warm."
He slid it around her delicate shoulders and she leaned into him. He sat there, feeling more content the anything, his arm loosely trailed around her shoulder's playing with her hair.
"I love you, you knew that though didn't you?"
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Yes, I knew you did."
Zidler and Toulouse stepped into the yard to check up on him. There he sat, content and happy. Toulouse shook his head sadly.
"Look how he cradles that empty jacket, he acts as though it were Her." He murmured quietly.
"Yes,"
Zidler nodded sadly.
"I'm afraid our dear Duke has finally gone mad."
~The End~
