A/N: I was watching Moulin Rouge for the first time last night (I think I'm in love) And I was thinking, what would have happened if Satine hadn't gotten there when she had?
Disclaimer: I don't know Moulin Rouge.
Dedication: This is for Katana. The one person who saw me for who I was and yet was the only one who couldn't understand.
Word Count: 300. Triple Drabble.
It started with an obsession, a simple infatuation that was supposed to go away. We weren't a fairy tale romance, ending up in each others arms, no, we were dark, twisted, realistic.
"The world eventually catches up to you," I had said with our parting kiss, not that it mattered either way.
She had responded gently, afraid she might snap the last fragile thread that held us together. "I never loved you."
It was to late, what we had was disappearing in a haze of light.
"Thank you for ridding me of my infatuation."
She was a whore and I a writer, in our world there are no happy endings. The penniless with wait while the courtesan seduces those with power and money. He will wait forever, drinking green absinthe and writing poems that will never be read. He will hope that one day she might return, but the truth soon catches up to him and the poor writers dreams are shattered.
An hour passes, and then two. I walk the streets the last tone of my poem reverberating hollowly. She glances from her high tower, his lips upon her neck and I know I have lost.
My bags are packed, my trench coat slung precariously over my shoulders.
"Goodbye Satine." It's a plea, but either way it will not bring her back. I step out onto the cold pavement, casting one last glance at our balcony.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
Moments later a strangled sob can be heard. "Come what may……..I will love you…." The sweet voice is cut off by a gunshot. It was to late anyway.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."