Voice of Hope
Hi everyone, this is my first Moulin Rouge fic (so exciting!) It's about what I think should happen after Christian finishes writing the story at the end of the movie. Enjoy!
Christian wiped away the last of his tears. It was all over, he told himself. He had fulfilled her wish and was free to forget about it all now. He curled up into a tight little ball on the floor and tried to shut her out of his memory. But he knew it wouldn't work, and awaited the dreams he knew would come.
Eventually, he fell asleep. In the midst of a dream about Satine at the Moulin Rouge, he awoke to the sound of a wrinkled, rolled-up piece of paper dropping on the floor beside him. Shivering with fear, he opened it.
Dear Christian,
Thank you for writing our story. I will be waiting for you. Never forget to believe in love.
All the love in the world,
Satine
Christian read it over and over in disbelief, studying the perfect, intricate handwriting. It seemed impossible, even to a man who lived life by believing impossible ideas and following his heart. He had told himself time and again in the past year that Satine was dead. She was gone forever and he might as well accept it; resume stopped time and live his life again. But here was this letter, which went against everything that he was telling himself was true. Christian didn't know what to think, but he had had enough of the dreams where he was with Satine, and he was sick of the times when, walking through a crowded street, he caught a glimpse of his love. It was all too much, and the reason he finally chose to write the book was that he thought it would be the last time he would ever have to relive it. But tit turned out he thad gone through all the pain, tears and heartache for nothing. The memory of her would haunt him for the rest of his life: that's all that letter was anyway, just his imagination scaring him again. Unless…
Christian reacherd his arms out for the letter, picked it up and examined it. No matter how nonsensical it seemed to be, he had a strong inner feeling that it was real, different from all the times he thought he had seen her. This couldn't be another imagined sign. And then he realized it-the letter just had to be from Satine; even though it sounded crazy, there was no way it could be from anyone else. It was all he had been waiting for since she died. She had sent him a sign at last, and he believed in their love once more.
The lover walked outside and breathed in the fresh nighttime air, the way he hadn't for the longest time. He glanced quickly up to the stars, and then closed his eyes and sent a silen thank you to the only woman he had ever loved.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you
Until my dying day.
Christian's gentle but powerful voice rang though the night. Though it might have seemed to anyone else listening that there was only one singer, he knew that there were two voices. He heard the other voice and it represented to him the truth, beauty, and freedom of love at its purest. And he smiled, the first genuine smile in a year, because the voice gave him hope.
I'm done! I'm done! Hehe. I hope you liked reading this fic. Review, please, and tell me whether you did, and include any other comments you'd like me to know. Also if you know how to do bold or italic font in a fic, please please please tell me in a review, because I don't think it worked out in this fic. Thanks everyone!
Hi everyone, this is my first Moulin Rouge fic (so exciting!) It's about what I think should happen after Christian finishes writing the story at the end of the movie. Enjoy!
Christian wiped away the last of his tears. It was all over, he told himself. He had fulfilled her wish and was free to forget about it all now. He curled up into a tight little ball on the floor and tried to shut her out of his memory. But he knew it wouldn't work, and awaited the dreams he knew would come.
Eventually, he fell asleep. In the midst of a dream about Satine at the Moulin Rouge, he awoke to the sound of a wrinkled, rolled-up piece of paper dropping on the floor beside him. Shivering with fear, he opened it.
Dear Christian,
Thank you for writing our story. I will be waiting for you. Never forget to believe in love.
All the love in the world,
Satine
Christian read it over and over in disbelief, studying the perfect, intricate handwriting. It seemed impossible, even to a man who lived life by believing impossible ideas and following his heart. He had told himself time and again in the past year that Satine was dead. She was gone forever and he might as well accept it; resume stopped time and live his life again. But here was this letter, which went against everything that he was telling himself was true. Christian didn't know what to think, but he had had enough of the dreams where he was with Satine, and he was sick of the times when, walking through a crowded street, he caught a glimpse of his love. It was all too much, and the reason he finally chose to write the book was that he thought it would be the last time he would ever have to relive it. But tit turned out he thad gone through all the pain, tears and heartache for nothing. The memory of her would haunt him for the rest of his life: that's all that letter was anyway, just his imagination scaring him again. Unless…
Christian reacherd his arms out for the letter, picked it up and examined it. No matter how nonsensical it seemed to be, he had a strong inner feeling that it was real, different from all the times he thought he had seen her. This couldn't be another imagined sign. And then he realized it-the letter just had to be from Satine; even though it sounded crazy, there was no way it could be from anyone else. It was all he had been waiting for since she died. She had sent him a sign at last, and he believed in their love once more.
The lover walked outside and breathed in the fresh nighttime air, the way he hadn't for the longest time. He glanced quickly up to the stars, and then closed his eyes and sent a silen thank you to the only woman he had ever loved.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you
Until my dying day.
Christian's gentle but powerful voice rang though the night. Though it might have seemed to anyone else listening that there was only one singer, he knew that there were two voices. He heard the other voice and it represented to him the truth, beauty, and freedom of love at its purest. And he smiled, the first genuine smile in a year, because the voice gave him hope.
I'm done! I'm done! Hehe. I hope you liked reading this fic. Review, please, and tell me whether you did, and include any other comments you'd like me to know. Also if you know how to do bold or italic font in a fic, please please please tell me in a review, because I don't think it worked out in this fic. Thanks everyone!
