A/N – so, this is kind of an old thing I've had stored in the drafts section on my hotmail for a while. I've got a bit of Chapt. 1 written out, but its kind of crud, so I'll have to rewrite. Therefore, I put this to you: reviews equal interest equal more chapters. No reviews equals no new chapters.
ALSO, important thing: this story is not set in the Moulin Rouge, will not involve Moulin Rouge characters (except Christian and the occasional cameo, perhaps, in future chapters) and if you're looking for ships, even with OC's, you won't find them here. Yes, you heard, I'm sworn off soppy romantic shippy fanfics for a while :
Prologue:
Christian and Satine.
Satine and Christian.
Two people that for a short time were so closely intertwined, I stopped thinking of us as two people. Satinian. Christine.
It could never last. Of course it couldn't last. For truly, the course of true love never did run smooth, did it? I was crazy to think in my stupid, naive, love-fuddled mind that I could ever be happy forever, some stupid, innocent daydream.
It felt like a daydream. Every moment I was with Satine, coated in a sheen so thick I can only remember emotions, emotions and brief flashes of detail so intense they leave me doubled over.
The sound of her laughter as I told her something that seemed funny at the time.
The flash of her diamonds as we whirled around the middle of a darkened stage.
The sound of her voice when she sang to me, that one, last time.
Her face when she realised this was the end.
It was the end.
A week later, Toulouse came over. Whatever I said to him, it must have convinced him. I haven't seen anybody connected with the Moulin Rouge since.
But that's not important any more. That part of my life is over, and I've decided I'm going back, back to where life was so mundane and boring I didn't need to feel.
Sometimes I think I might be mental, going back to a place I hated so much. But hey, we're all insane anyway, right?
Relax, that's just the beginning angsty bit. But you want more? Reviews please :)
