Your Dearest Love
Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge or any of the characters from it. Baz Lurhmann and Craig Pearce created it all, so thank you Baz and Craig, much love from me!
Darcy is the first to read this!
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Christian looked around his garret. There was no trace of the beloved papers that he had written so long ago, ten years ago. The papers about his love, his love for Satine. He was becoming frantic, they seemed to be nowhere is sight. His face had been neglected and was now barren and worn away from the tears, his tears for Satine. Satine, his love from ten years ago. Why did she have to die, it just didn't seem right, why hadn't he noticed the signs? Well, it didn't matter anymore, she was gone forever and there was nothing he could do about it.
He looked behind him at an old crate next to the bed. He bent down to it and gently lifted the lid of the crate that had once belonged to his once infamous lover, who was all beauty and charm. The crate revealed a small stack of Satine's old clothing and a letter at the bottom. He carefully picked the letter up and closed the crate. He grazed his fingers against the faded writing on the envelope which read none other but his own name CHRISTIAN. He flipped the letter over and tore away at the back but not to much as to ruin it. He took out the folded piece of paper and began to read quietly to himself:
Dearest Christian,
How are you doing my love? I, myself, am not doing as fine as you must be. By the time you have gotten this I will have sadly passed and it breaks my heart to think that you, my only true love, would be wasting away at the thought of the life we had almost lived together. I just want you to know that our love will always live on in my heart even though I am dead. How horrid that word sounds to me, I can not believe that me, Satine, the Sparkling Diamond at the Moulin Rouge, would die of consumption. But let's not think of that, crimson makes me clench with fear and sorrow, it makes me sick.
I have not long to live but I want all my time to be spent with you, though Harold refuses to allow it. He believes that I need to spend my last fatal moments of my short life to be spent with the most crucial man that has ever lived. I do want to run away with you but Harold seems disgusted by the thought. It's almost as if he does not wish to see me happy, but yet I know that could not possibly be true. He just told me tonight, that I would soon be passing, the words sliced my heart and ached my head. I can not stand the thought of you living a life alone and me being the one leaving you.
So my love, I leave this, my legacy, to keep close to your heart. You were the only one ever for me and I am sorry I did not see it at first, but you always believed. You meant more to me than the very world in itself. I knew it from the first moment we met, though it must have been locked away secretly in my heart. Keep this letter close to you forever and always remember the time we had spent together, alone, in your garret. I will Love you until my dying day…
Love From Always,
Satine