Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge or the characters. The italicized lyrics are from 'She Opens Her Eyes' by Keane.
Author's Note: I was listening to the song 'She Opens Her Eyes' by Keane, and the lyric that I have below gave me inspiration for this story about Christian. So, here it goes, and I hope you enjoy!
Your face in a dream returns, once in a lifetime comes, and it passes by.
"You could have had it all, Christian."
He rocks back and forth, clawing at the blankets and not feeling anything there. Really, he's not looking for them. He's reaching for something else, someone else, and she's just beyond his reach.
"You were so talented. We really believed you could have been the Voice of the Revolution."
And she was right there, dancing in front of him and singing to him and lying in bed with him, and for a moment they had been one person. For once, once, he thought he had gotten it all figured out, had done something right, only for it to go horribly wrong.
"Do you realise what you gave up? You could have been great, you know."
He wonders from time to time what would have happened if he had just stayed in England, found inspiration there and written about love without having experienced it, and then maybe he would be famous and great and appreciated and his family would be proud. Yes, he knows what they think, that he is such a waste of great talent, and he can do nothing about it because it is too late.
"Was it worth it, throwing away your talent on a silly little thing like love?"
Love is oxygen. Yes, he knows he held love in such high esteem and, he can't help it, he still does. His writing and his love, and he still can't get over it, so he combined them, you see, into a story. He wrote it all down and now it sits on his desk, next to the type writer, waiting to be discovered. Talent and love…they have both been given over to the same thing.
"What are you going to do now?"
What, indeed. He doesn't know what he can do without her, only that it is all over and there is nothing left for him because she took it, or he gave it to her, and it really doesn't matter which anymore because it is gone and he can't get it back. That magic, that love, that girl, all gone in a snapshot of his life, and he would be damned if he could find them again.
"Well?"
Well, he reasons, there is nothing left for him but to sleep and to dream, and perhaps he will find what he is looking for there.