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1 If I should die this very moment…
There had never been a doubt in anyone's mind that Satine Belcier would die, within a few months. Though her parents were the richest in the state, they could not buy what their daughter needed to live. She needed a heart transplant. Satine had been suffering from heart problems ever since she was small. It was only when she had turned sixteen that they told her that she might die. And now everyone was certain that she would indeed die, and it would take a miracle to save her.
Satine however was not a normal girl; she didn't really mind that she was dying. She believed that God had a plan for her. Satine was a dreamer; she was the kind of girl who lived most of her life inside her head. Satine lived in a dream world; often her daydreaming would get her in trouble. But Satine knew that there was a reason for her dreaming. She dreamt of the time when she would find her soulmate. She never doubted for a moment that he was waiting for her in the world. She knew that the day would come, and she knew that when it did she could finally be completely happy. Satine also wrote the most wonderful stories, it was her personal talent. She could write about almost anything. She dreamt up the most wonderful stories, she wrote them privately, but was careful to hide them. No one would ever be able to find her stories. She was very shy in that aspect. She didn't want anyone reading her soul. Because that's how she wrote, she wrote with her soul.
And so Satine lived and walked a dream, a dream she was determined to live.
She never once thought about her illness as a serious thing, and she lived her life ignoring it. And for the moment, she could easily forget about it.
* * * * *
He was very successful in his work. He was good at what he did, and he knew it. Hell, everybody knew it. And they wanted a piece of it. Night after night the girls would come crawling to him and he would have the tedious job of choosing among them.
But Christian was more than what people saw in the club. Christian could also be a dreamer, a dangerous dreamer. He had ambitions, and nothing could stop him.
He knew what he was, and he knew that it's what he had needed to be.
The dangerously mysterious man everyone of them had wanted. Had dreamt of, and had gone after. They paid thousands to be with him. Why shouldn't he be happy?
Sometimes he would visit her in the hospital. His beloved. She was dying. And the only thing he could prevent it from coming too soon was to sell his body to women. Oh he was worth a lot. They called him the Diamond in the Rough. And they all fantasized about what that title meant, and Christian being the gentlemen that he was wasn't going to spoil their fun.
1 If I should die this very moment…
There had never been a doubt in anyone's mind that Satine Belcier would die, within a few months. Though her parents were the richest in the state, they could not buy what their daughter needed to live. She needed a heart transplant. Satine had been suffering from heart problems ever since she was small. It was only when she had turned sixteen that they told her that she might die. And now everyone was certain that she would indeed die, and it would take a miracle to save her.
Satine however was not a normal girl; she didn't really mind that she was dying. She believed that God had a plan for her. Satine was a dreamer; she was the kind of girl who lived most of her life inside her head. Satine lived in a dream world; often her daydreaming would get her in trouble. But Satine knew that there was a reason for her dreaming. She dreamt of the time when she would find her soulmate. She never doubted for a moment that he was waiting for her in the world. She knew that the day would come, and she knew that when it did she could finally be completely happy. Satine also wrote the most wonderful stories, it was her personal talent. She could write about almost anything. She dreamt up the most wonderful stories, she wrote them privately, but was careful to hide them. No one would ever be able to find her stories. She was very shy in that aspect. She didn't want anyone reading her soul. Because that's how she wrote, she wrote with her soul.
And so Satine lived and walked a dream, a dream she was determined to live.
She never once thought about her illness as a serious thing, and she lived her life ignoring it. And for the moment, she could easily forget about it.
* * * * *
He was very successful in his work. He was good at what he did, and he knew it. Hell, everybody knew it. And they wanted a piece of it. Night after night the girls would come crawling to him and he would have the tedious job of choosing among them.
But Christian was more than what people saw in the club. Christian could also be a dreamer, a dangerous dreamer. He had ambitions, and nothing could stop him.
He knew what he was, and he knew that it's what he had needed to be.
The dangerously mysterious man everyone of them had wanted. Had dreamt of, and had gone after. They paid thousands to be with him. Why shouldn't he be happy?
Sometimes he would visit her in the hospital. His beloved. She was dying. And the only thing he could prevent it from coming too soon was to sell his body to women. Oh he was worth a lot. They called him the Diamond in the Rough. And they all fantasized about what that title meant, and Christian being the gentlemen that he was wasn't going to spoil their fun.