Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge.
Lovers Reunited
The same dream haunts Christian each night. As he twists and turns in the squalor of his ever so bohemian Parisian bedsit.
"Christian" Satine whispers her red hair and ruby red lips in front of him. His hands lean forward to touch her. His leaps move forward to taste her. Then she disappears.
He awakes each morning finding an empty bed. Finding himself delving deeper into his spiral of depression. And finding a new rejection letter. Apparently the greatest story of all time didn't interest the stuck up literary critics.
Anger built up in Christian. He began piling up the papers on his desk. He searched for his belt. He strung it up on the beam of the room.
"Christian" Satines voice echoed around him "Christian" her soft voice cried.
"Don't worry my love I will be with you soon" he whispered to the empty room.
He took a deep breath. Then in a moment of clarity stepped onto the desk. He then stepped onto the papers. His holed socks touched the pure white paper that held his life. His love. He wrapped the belt around his neck. He pulled the buckle. The cold metal felt odd against his stubbled covered neck.
"Christian" Satine whispered a giggle erupting from her lungs.
Christian held the belt just a fingertip away from his neck.
"The greatest thing you will ever learn" he whispered "Is just to love and be loved in return" he let the buckle touch his neck. He jumped. Kicking the white papers against the wall.
"Christian" Satine whispered. Christian reached out his arms. He touched her. His hands caressed from a year of writing. He rubbed her flesh. Softly touching her pale pores.
"I have missed you my love" he whispered. He leaned forward. He tasted her scarlet lips. She was real he rejoiced. He deepened the kiss. After thirteen months apart they were reunited. Nothing could tear them apart. Not even the dark force of death.
Toulouse let himself into the bed sit. He kicked the liqiour bottles over. He saw a pair of dangling feet. He looked up. He covered his mouth as he saw what his friend had done.
"Oh Chwistian" he said before leaning forward to check if there was any alcohol left in the bottle.