Satine and Christian lay together in the morning sunlight.
Satine turned to him, "Run away with me Christian"
He smiled, "You know you'd do anything for you Satine"
She smiled, "I love you so much"
He grinned, watching her hair glisten beneath the Parisian sunlight, as the curtains blew in the wind, "I love you too, more than anything in the world"
She smiled, leaning her head back upon his chest, she felt so loved with him, more than she thought was even possible, as he stroked her back in gentle circles, "When shall we leave?"
With that question, they knew that they would never return to France, but they would always have each other.