A/N: Hey guys, so this is just a little snippet of something I may continue, I wanted to get your reactions from it first. I recently re-watched Moulin Rouge for the millionth time and wondered why no one had ever done a Moulin Rouge inspired Dramione Fanfiction. So I wrote this little piece. If I do continue it, the characters will mostly be OOC, it will most definitely be AU and I will change some of the plot from the original movie to have it make sense for the characters. So give it a read and let me know what you think, yeah?
~JAS
Prologue
Click.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Click, clack, click, clack.
Schwoop!
Ding!
The cathartic click-clacking of the typewriter bouncing off the walls proved to him how empty the once elegant room was. A gust of wind blew through the open french windows causing his body to breakout in goosebumps. He stole a glance into the French night and instantly regretted it. The spinning windmill and raucous laughter from below made his stomach churn. Of course they were unaware of why he was holed up in this room. Why the stack of typed upon papers meant more to him than his own life.
They knew nothing.
This was to be the last manuscript he would ever type, the last story that truly meant anything to him as an artist. A story of love, death and jealousy. A story about him and her. A story she requested he write with her dying breath.
He sighed and looked back the last sentence he had written:
And so she died.
It was abrupt, as it was in real life. It was so sudden that the reader would go back just to make sure they had read it correctly. She had died suddenly, in the peak of her life, in the climax of their story. It was utterly heartbreaking and he had no words to describe it other than those four. She had died. She was gone. She was no more in the blink of an eye. In the blink of his eye.
He picked up the paper and laid it on top of the others, signifying he had finished his last great work of art. There was only one thing left to say tho this room before he packed up and left, never to look back.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return."
He left. Abruptly. Suddenly. In the blink of an eye, with the windows still open and leaking in the sounds of the streets below.