A/N: I'm fully aware that I've used "Goodnight" in an Australia songfic, but I think this song best fits the tragic love story "Moulin Rouge". I don't own the character's or music used in this fanfic, so don't sue me. The most you will get is a penny and a lot a pictures of Hugh, RDJ, Hayden, and Ewan...R&R
A sigh was heard in the dark room, and echoed off the walls. He sat against the wall with a bottle in of amber liquid in his hand. She was gone, she died in his arms.
"Write our story Christian..." He continued to hear her say. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to forget. "Promise me..." There she was again, haunting him. Tormenting him.
"Of all people, why you?" He questioned. He took another swig from the liquor bottle and looked out the window.
Goodnight
Sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning I'll be here
The last drop of liquor hit tounge, and he left the bottle in his spot. He slowly moved toward the door, using anything he could to hold himself up, and left the room.
And when we say
Goodnight
Dry your eyes
Because we said
Goodnight
And not goodbye
We said
Goodnight
And not goodbye...
He moved down the halls of the now empty Moulin Rouge. A year after the death of "the Sparkling diamond", the club was forced to close its doors. Yet he stayed...When everybody left for Paris or Germany, he stayed. He was keeping his promise. He was writting their story, when he wasn't drinking of course. He walked up to the front of the stage and looked around. Tears filled his eyes, but a small sad smile touched his lips. He felt her pressence there with him.
"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can't you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Season's may change, winter to spring. But I love you, until the end of time."
He was surprised his voice was still as powerful as that night. Tears fell from his eyes, and he wiped at them and continued to sing.
"Come what may. Come what may. I will love you until my dying day."
Before Satine has sang the next lines. It felt almost wrong to sing it...
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. But our world revolves around you."
He almost heard her...must be the liquor in his system playing tricks on him.
"And there's no mountain to high, no river to wide. Sing out this song. I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide. But I love you until my dying day."
He closed his eyes and let his imagination take over. He opened his eyes, and there she was, standing before him. A smile on her face, and love in her eyes.
"Come what may. Come what may. I will love you until my dying day."
He smiled and made no effort to stop his tears from falling.
"Oh. come what may. Come what may. I will love you. I will love you. Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place."
She started to disappear, leaving him alone. "Dont leave..." He begged.
"Come what may. Come what may. I will love you until my dying day."
Then she was gone...he stood on the stage alone for a moment, and sobbed quietly. He wiped his eyes and left, going back to his room. He sat down at his typewritter and continued their story. One of love and beauty. One with freedom and truth still to be told. A story where love was found, at the Moulin Rouge.
The End.