Christian and Rose
A Love Story
Paris, France
April 14, 1912
The red curtain fell, hiding the stage from the audience. They cheered loudly, a standing ovation, oblivious to the fact that behind the red curtain the star of the show, Satine, was dying in her lover's arms. It was a tragedy-only just reunited with Christian to be yanked away by Death. Her eyes filled with tears as she gasped out her final words: "That way I'll- I'll always be with you." Her eyes glazed over, the crowd cheered, and far away, a clock chimed midnight.
A heartbreaking sob, a gut-wrenching cry of pain, then silence.
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
April 14, 1912
The couple floated with hundreds of other people, certain they would die, that they would not be rescued. Rose lay half-asleep on the door, soaked, icicles forming in her red hair. Jack watched her, one hand clasped in hers. He tried to fight the advancing numbness, but knew it was useless. In the darkness, he faded away, hoping that Rose would be saved.
Rose was rescued a few hours later, tear tracks frozen silver on her cheeks.
Two deaths on the same night; two people left alone and despairing of ever finding happiness again. Fate had unknowingly united Christian and Rose, and Fate would make certain that they would meet again. What happened after they met would be left up to chance.
A/N: So I wrote this after I was pestered endlessly by a friend. You know who you are. :D I don't know how long this will go, but I do know that it won't be all that depressing… There will be humor, and love, and a title change, when I'm not tired. ;) Please drop me a review! It would be much appreciated!