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The night was simply wonderful as Christian walked the streets of Montmarte the air almost didn't seem so thick it smelled fragrant it was finally spring, but he didn't notice, he never noticed the people and shops he passed any more. Christian often walked trying to clear his mind of that day, the day he had lost everything. He had noticed he had once again found his way to the graveyard and he walked a familiar paved path to a small little hill with a tree shading the grave there .and once again he was sitting against the shaded grave of his love Satine.
He stood up and brushed of all of the dead and wilting flowers he seen atop her monument a beautiful angel with her wings spread apart as if she were to fly away forever. He looked at the tombstone sadly and read the same words he had read thousands of times before.
Satine Gregory Adams
1879-1899
Our angel finally flew away to a
place she can find true happiness forever
He placed fresh flowers on the top of her grave and silently turned to leave but something stopped him this time and he sat back beneath the tree. He looked over and seen Satine a vision of beauty sitting next to him once again her smile warm and seductive. He was dreaming and he was so sure he started to get back up to leave but, she leaned over to Christian and whispered saucily to him " I will love you till the end of time." as she pulled back he leaned in closer and suddenly grasped her and kissed her with overflowing passion and desire. She didn't object to him at all, she leaned in closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and toyed with the longer strands of his hair playfully.
He finally broke the kiss breathing heavily he looked questionably at her and said softly "is it time now?" she smiled and nodded to him "Yes Christian its time, its finally time." she said as she lifted him to his feet he looked at his beautiful flower and embraced her as the sun rose over the tops of the blooming trees and they left the graveyard never to return.
?The end.
The night was simply wonderful as Christian walked the streets of Montmarte the air almost didn't seem so thick it smelled fragrant it was finally spring, but he didn't notice, he never noticed the people and shops he passed any more. Christian often walked trying to clear his mind of that day, the day he had lost everything. He had noticed he had once again found his way to the graveyard and he walked a familiar paved path to a small little hill with a tree shading the grave there .and once again he was sitting against the shaded grave of his love Satine.
He stood up and brushed of all of the dead and wilting flowers he seen atop her monument a beautiful angel with her wings spread apart as if she were to fly away forever. He looked at the tombstone sadly and read the same words he had read thousands of times before.
Satine Gregory Adams
1879-1899
Our angel finally flew away to a
place she can find true happiness forever
He placed fresh flowers on the top of her grave and silently turned to leave but something stopped him this time and he sat back beneath the tree. He looked over and seen Satine a vision of beauty sitting next to him once again her smile warm and seductive. He was dreaming and he was so sure he started to get back up to leave but, she leaned over to Christian and whispered saucily to him " I will love you till the end of time." as she pulled back he leaned in closer and suddenly grasped her and kissed her with overflowing passion and desire. She didn't object to him at all, she leaned in closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and toyed with the longer strands of his hair playfully.
He finally broke the kiss breathing heavily he looked questionably at her and said softly "is it time now?" she smiled and nodded to him "Yes Christian its time, its finally time." she said as she lifted him to his feet he looked at his beautiful flower and embraced her as the sun rose over the tops of the blooming trees and they left the graveyard never to return.
?The end.